Potions 7.5

[Professor Block]

Potions 7.5

Time: 10:00  A.M.
Weather: The type of gorgeous summer day you don't
want to be stuck in the dungeons.

[Professor Kelly]

Interesting how his second class was the last of the year. But Finn wasn't complaining and he was sure his students wouldn't be either. But he had to teach them, whether they chose to learn was another matter. But Finn was going to do his part. To start with he cleared out all the smaller desks and instead set up three large tables, each with a bubbling cauldron upon it. Over each cauldron in smokey writing, were different groups. "First Years" . "Second to Fourth" . "Fifth to Seventh" .  With one exception. A chair in the second years group bore the name of a first year. The boy had certainly impressed him last class do doubt about that. Still to ensure his other half didn't get any ideas he made sure a chair with her name was placed at the First Years group. Plus, he figured it would be easier on his nerves if they were separated.

Covering all the cauldrons so no one would get a head start, Finn turned his attention to the board. After ensuring that it was clear of all previous markings he began to write.

Alternates
Please turn in your homework, and find your seats.
Keep noise to a minimum. No roughhousing!

He glanced at the clock. 15 minutes to the start of class. With a flick of his wrist the door opened. He then took up position on the back of his chair like the last class, hands just supporting his chin, waiting calmly for his pupils to arrive.

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[Benji Harrison]

The previous Potions class certainly was interesting. And it had gotten Benji thinking. He'd never been in a situation where he didn't have access to what ever the recipe called for. He'd done a lot of research on various alternates. He'd found a lot more than just three for some. And less for others. And there was lots of overlap. In the end he'd chose 8 ingredients, each with more than three alternates and included much of the overlap. He didn't want to go to overboard. But he didn't want to be accused of not paying attention again.

He arrived at the potions room just as the door swung open. Benji looked around the room. Never had he seen the potions room set up like this. Three tables. Three groups. Benji was nervous for group work. Especially with older students. They tended to think that they knew better. He gazed wistfully at the most advanced group, he could do fifth year potions. He wished he could sit there, but this Professor didn't know that he could handle the older stuff. And it was the last class. Hopefully for next year he'd be able to move up a level. After placing his homework on the Professors desk and nodding at him in greeting, Benji regretfully took his place at the middle table.

[Edgar Parker]

It was one of Edgar's first lessons since arriving at Hogwarts, and he was still walking around as if waiting to be ambushed. Surely Oscar would have to come to class, and he would be stuck in a nasty confrontation in front of practically the whole world. And then he would probably die. In any case, he glanced around him every few seconds. Up. Left. Right. Back. No angry looking exiled brother in possession of a very sharp object? Okay good. Merlin, Edgar just couldn't live like this much longer! Oscar in his absence was causing the poor boy more grief out of anticipation than any number of verbal or physical beatings. Where was his brother. Was he even allowed to use that term anymore? Would Oscar resent that connection between them? Edgar couldn't stand the waiting.

It was with a tense air about him that he entered the Potions classroom to find... Well! The professor was discriminating against them by age, was he? Hm? Was Edgar supposed to be any less genius simply because he had not been exposed to Hogwarts teaching for very long? Outrage! He would show this "Kelly" character. He would show that man by brewing him just about the best potion he had ever seen in his sorry life. (Because clearly Edgar could out-brew the potions master... he was a prodigy or something, okay?) For now, though, he resigned himself to the oh-so-degrading 'First Years' clump of chairs, plopping down into one with a scowl and folding his arms.

[Seirian Fendigaidd]

Ren strode purposefully into class, placed her homework on the Professor's desk, and headed towards the student tables--all as quickly as she could, all entirely without looking at him.  After poisoning one of her only friends last class and forcing her boyfriend--well, alright, Tyler was barely her boyfriend, but still, he had done her a favor--to save her life, all for a few admittedly ill-advised but hardly explosive comments.  Her face was already set in a hard-lined frown after simply passing the man.  When she scanned the room for a seat and saw three signs with three year designations, the frown turned into a very cold scowl. 

But she resisted the urge to scowl back at him--he'd just poison her too, no doubt--and headed towards the first year table.  She was about to slide into a chair when she saw a name plate that read 'Tabitha.'  That was odd.  Head swivelling towards the rest of the room, she caught the glint of a sign reading 'Tyler' at the second year table.  Ridiculous!  A wave of jealousy churned in the pit of her stomach.  She could certainly handle measley second year potions.  All Tyler did was get himself into trouble and now he was being favored.  There was pity for him somewhere in that pot of mixed emotions, but her pride was bubbling stronger.  "This is absolutely ridiculous," she hissed quietly to the other boy (Edgar) at the first year table as she plopped into a seat near him.  "How does he expect us to learn if he's going to treat us like children?"  She was prudent enough not to shout her opinions like Tabitha had, but the flare of her anger was evident in the hard tension of her jaw and the slight narrowing of her eyes.  Though most emotions showed only lightly on Ren's face, anger was one that tended to get through a little more. 

[Britnay Grindelwald]

Since the last class, Britnay had been learning a few extra things with potions, the extra lessons coming off good, although she still had a lot to go. That would be why Britnay was leaving her secret room, Zach in there still, playing with some of the gifts he had received for his second birthday... or more so if one was to look, he was actually reading a thick heavy bound book that Britnay had handed down to him that had once been her fathers. It was one among many gifts she had gotten her son, seeing she had not been there completely for his first birthday, in which was when she first met them when she had no memory. It was all the more reason she had spilt him this year and all the years to come she planned so as well.

Thinking about the years to come and knowing she only had one left at Hogwarts, Britnay wondered just what she would be doing when she finished. Now that Lacertus was working at Hogwarts, she wondered how things would work out, as she did not wish to pull him away from Sadie and Kahl while the things that were happen were still going on. It was hard on the blonde and Britnay was trying to be there for her as best as a sister figure could be. Letting out a sigh, Britnay walked into the class room, her eyes directed right to Professor Kelly. It seemed he had this lesson already worked out in order and she wondered if and who would be causing strife this lesson. Shrugging she then looked to the board, finding out she had to sit at a certain desk. looking around she saw that they read set years and to her good mood, she found she would be working with fifth, sixths and seventh years. Britnay knew there were not very many sixth years who bothered to show up to class, no seventh years and she was not sure there were overly too many sixth years either. It meant that she could be working in a small sized group and that was more her style. Taking a seat at the table for Fifth to Seevnth Britnay looked around, seeing a couple of faces she had seen in other lessons before, but never cared enough to know names by.

[Dorian Marchand]

Potions was the last place that Dorian wanted to be, but he knew that Tabitha would probably go and he could not bear the thought of her alone with that demon of a Professor.  Well, alright, there would be other students and Tyler, but this was a job that Dorian only trusted to himself.  A little part of him admired Tyler for how well he had handled himself last week, but that part was not strong enough to overcome the hatred festering in his stomach.  But he would make it clear that he was not here for the sheer love of it.  He walked into the classroom with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a scowl on his face and walked past Kelly with only a quick, hard glance before heading for the tables.  Forget homework.  His grades could take the hit, but his pride could not. 

Unfortunately, his plan to sit at the first empty table to brood was prevented by the three signs occupying the three large tables.  First years.  Second to fourth.  Fifth to seventh.  Great, he would be stuck with a time bomb.  But when he stalked over to the firstie table, he noticed a plaque there with Tabitha's name on it.  Just Tabitha's?  He looked around the room and saw another plaque with Tyler's in the second year group.  A quick smirk replaced his scowl for an instant.  No Tyler?  What a pity.  Scowling again, he slid into the chair next to Tabitha's, resisting the urge to sit in hers, and laid his head in his arms on the table, so he was just a blonde head poking up from his sleeves.  Forget the two people there.  He was not really in the mood to be friendly. 

[Emma Anglin]

Potions. Emma smiled softly to herself. A non-magical class, meaning she probably wouldn't be using her wand. Which was a good thing. Emma wasn't like her older brother, she had practically no skill with magic in al of her 'real' classes. She just hadn't been equipped to turn buttons into beetles. The only time she had experienced real magic was in the comfort of Alden's office. He had shown Emma her one true talent - healing. Ever since she was a tyke, she'd loved fixing things, making people feel better, and it had given her great comfort to know that she could now do that as a witch. The smile still lingering on her face, the second year entered the Potion's class, ready for whatever the professor had in store. She hadn't been at the last lesson, or the lesson before that, so she had no idea of the spectacle that had gone on during her absence. Potions was something Emma was decent in - as long as it didn't require the use of a wand, it was all good.

She slipped into the classroom, though there weren't many faces and none that she recognized. Two or three Slytherins, though none she knew, and a red-head, though she didn't look like someone Emma wanted to sit next to anyway.A glance at the board told her that each table was set for a certain year, so she quietly took a seat at her own table, with the second years. Poor Emma didn't even take notice that she had set down right next to Tyler Wolfewood's chair. The Hufflepuff just pulled out her book of healing spells that Alden had given her before leaning back and picking up where she had left off.