Potions -- Class One

[Allora Thunder]

“I’m finished Professor,” Allora said as she looked at her potion to see that it was the correct colour and consistency as it said in her book. She was very happy with the result and bottled a small sample of it, cleaning the rest of her potions ingredients and preparation tools before taking one of the bottles to the teacher for marking.

She was a little excited that the head teacher for Ameraid was in the class, surely the Professor would be marking their assignments on merit more then just because someone of them had made an appearance in the class.

“Here you go Professor,” she smiled when she handed her potion in before returning to her table to bottle the rest of it. This was the way things were normally done at Koalingo. Allora could tip the rest of her potion down the sink if she wanted to, but it was far better to keep it. She labelled the bottles so she would know what it was and the date it was brewed and put the little bottles away in a carry case she had just for this very occasion. Then once she had finished packing up, she waited for the class to end so that she could leave.

[Barnak Pengryffin]

The potion was decidedly brown. Barnak sighed, looked up at the haughty little Ameraid who was trotting around the classroom with her already-completed potion, and a large piece of glassware in one of the cupboards caught his eye. It had a deep bowl at the top and some sort of curvy tube winding out through the backing of the cupboard and into the wall into some sort of pipe that he couldn't quite see. The bowl was sealed at the top and was half-filled with a deep purple liquid that seemed to wind its way back into the darkness with the tube... His eyes followed it, wondering what it was and where it went. He felt his mind reach out and found himself drifting off in the direction of the dark cupboard, winding along through the walls, sliding past noisy corridors and deep into the belly of the manor...

He blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and went back to his work. He was already behind, only about half way through putting the ingredients in, stirring them through one by one, turning his wand the appropriate number of times and hoping it would change from the ugly brown to the bright blue his book said it was supposed to be. He looked down at his cutting board, where the herb-like weed and its purple berries were still waiting to be put in... and found it empty.

He looked down at the cauldron and a sky-blue concoction burbled pleasantly back at him. He felt his whole brain pause and take a step back. When had he done that? Had he done that? Had someone else done it while he wasn't looking? Barnak wasn't the type to make friends, especially the kind that would do nice things for you while you weren't looking. He looked around, hoping that nobody else had seen anything unusual, and put some of the potion into an already-labelled bottle.

Barnak tried to clear his throat and with it his mind. His strange black-outs were becoming more frequent since he had started at the school, and though the right things just seemed to get done without him noticing, he was sure that an equal number of wrong things might have been going on at the same time. He didn't know how much time had passed, but everybody still seemed to be standing in the same places as they were before.

He packed his things up, placing a small amount of the potion into a bottle in his pocket and taking the other one up to hand to the teacher for marking. The look on his face was one of pure guilt, and he tried not to make eye contact with the teacher as he placed the little bottle on her desk. He just wanted to get out of there.

[Mariana Torrenne]

Mariana had noticed a lot of people were finishing up though she noticed she was not having the same luck. He potion currently looked like liquorice and the more she stirred it, even though she was following the directions, the less and less it looked as it should. Her potion was supposed to be a thin watery serum, though it was getting harder and harder to turn it as she continued.

She panicked a little and looked back over her instructions, knowing she must have missed something. She scanned the page and saw it. There was a glob of the potion on her page and it had made the page run. There was an instruction under it that she had mistaken for a pointless image to make the text book look a little more interesting.

“Oh no…” she muttered to herself knowing that she would look like an idiot. But she could not fix it. She knew she had gone too far now and would not be able to go back.

She pulled it off the heat and dug through her bag for a sample bottle. By the time she found it she had to use her wand like a knife. She peeled through the substance which now resembled vegemite and scrape it off the end of her wand into the jar. By the time she dropped the jar off to her teacher it looked as if she had bottled dog faeces. Surely she had failed.

[Professor Ainsley Hume]

As each student brought up his or her vial of potion, Ainsley lined them up on her class list next to the student's name so that she could remember which vial was which. She felt a pang or two of sympathy for the more dismayed-looking students; kids always seemed to be way too hard on themselves when it came to the assessments. Ainsley had tutored one girl who had burst into tears when the growth potion she'd been trying to brew turned out the wrong shade of green.

It didn't matter in the long run, of course. Classes were for learning, after all, and anything the students didn't understand, Ainsley planned to teach them.

After the particularly morose Mariana put her vial down on the desk, Ainsley glanced toward the back of the room at Lady Ameraid, wondering what the woman was getting out of the scene in the classroom. Hopefully, she was seeing what Ainsley was seeing, or else there would probably be some explaining to do, and Ainsley already had a sneaking suspicion that her accent was going to be a hindrance in that department.

[Lady Amberly Ameraid]

Professor Ameraid heard the bell sound signalling the end of the class. As it appeared most of the students had completed their work, it appeared that it had happened just in time. She remained where she stood waiting for the class to pack up their things. As usual she didn’t feel it was necessary to tell the class it was dismissed as it would normally pack itself up and leave anyway, they had to be in another class in approximately five minutes time anyway, so why would they bother waiting.

She moved forwards through the hubbub of the packing classroom and smiled at the Professor as she walked past. “A successful first class, perhaps” she said to her before moving out of the room past some students whom were already making their way to the door.

((This class has gone on quite long enough, I think it is time to end the thread, thank you for letting me sit in,))

[Belle Carter]

"Sweet," Belle said under her breath as she heard the bell sound. She was finished and so bottled the contents of her cauldron up and placed one of the bottles on the Professor's desk. She knew she had done well as the cheerfullness potion was exactly the right colour and substance, so she cleaned the rest of her things hirriedly before putting her cauldron aaway and scooting out of the classroom knowing she would be late for Care fo Magical Creatures if she did not hurry.