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Repository ☆ Teaching StaffNever
26 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/His

No one wanted class first thing Monday morning, students or professors alike.  Leander was still so new that he didn’t get the best class times to pick from and here it was, double potions before lunchtime on Mondays.  And while his students might complain they had to show up to class before they were properly awake, Lee had to show up earlier for set-up and lesson-planning as well as a check in on his personal projects.  It was honestly a minor miracle nothing had gone significantly wrong so far, with all the sleepy teenagers and often exhausted professor in a classroom surrounded by things that could go boom. 

With the cauldrons set out, the ingredients set up and a coffee in hand, Lee was ready.  For a nap.  However, it was time to start class.  Thankfully there was going to be a bit of extra wine at the end of class. 

Leander let the students enter him classroom at their own pace and arrange themselves and their belongings as they wanted around the room before he started the lesson.

“Today we have a test.”  He sipped his coffee after the unpleasant statement.  “You all should remember the draught of LinsLann we made last term?” he continued without really pausing long enough for the students to confirm or deny.  “You are going to be making it from memory today.  Books away, please.  You can work in pairs if that makes it easier, but you won’t get that chance at the end of the year finals.”

Leander leaned against the demonstration table and surveyed the students assembled in front of him.  With the hand that held his coffee, he indicated the two large clear glass bowls of different coloured liquid on the table to his right.  One was labelled ‘1963 Chardonnay’ and the other ‘Octopus Ink’.  “As always, you first need to start with the basics which means you need a base for your potion.  If you can’t remember, there’s two choices laid out for you.  Choose wisely.”

 

 

 

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Repository ☆ First Year ☆ Studentpyjamaviking
11 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/her

Scarlett was humming under her breath. Potions hadn't been top of her desired list when she started Tally but she'd grown to really enjoy it. She thought it was just the mixing things, like mixing her paints, but there was always the chance she was wrong. She steered well away from the Chardonnay (Rosemarie's mother had given them chores for a week after they'd drunk a bottle of her wine. And they'd had to clean up the mess they'd made, including the vomit. Scarlett would never forget the vomit), and picked a base of Octopus Ink. Shed tried to use it in her art once. She knew you got sepia from cuttlefish and she wondered if octopus ink could be used for art as well. It was ok, but it smelled awful. So did fresh sepia, probably. She'd eaten squid ink pasta once. (Rosemarie's mother had a weird idea of what children liked to eat, in Scarlett's opinion). That was before Scarlett had gone on an animal rights "thing", as her parents put it. Well it was still a "thing". She was a vegetarian and she always would be. Potions was difficult since her mother wouldn't write her a note excusing her from using any animal ingredients. To make life easier Scarlett was still just using whatever she had to. She had a goal to eradicate animal ingredients from her Potions lessons by the end of her Fifth Year. She told herself she'd drop Potions after OWLs if she had to, but in her heart she didn't think she could. She sighed. It was a conundrum. 

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Repository Blackbird
2018 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Samhain had skipped breakfast.

She was tired, and the thought of being around so many people was overwhelming so she just... hadn't. If she got too hungry later, she could just nip down to the kitchens, the House Elves seemed to like her. They wouldn't mind slipping her some food. Besides, lunch wasn't terribly far away, although again that brought up the troubles of being surrounded by so many people.

As she slipped into the potions classroom, she was glad to find that her dark eyes and gaunt face didn't look terribly out of place. Everyone who had already taken their seats looked the same, exhausted and struggling. She sat down at a cauldron in the front row, tucked safely on the far wall across from the front door.

The teacher announced they were having a test, and Samhain frowned - it was too early for this, and she felt too poorly to think straight. But she hadn't a choice, so she put her book away, and tried to remember. Not alcohol, you didn't start with chardonnay in this one.

With a swish of her wand, she prepared a timer, and leaned down to start a flame. Once it was low and brown, she carefully added three - she was pretty sure it was three - drops of ink. With a swish, the timer started, and she watched it carefully.

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Repository ☆ Third Year Blackbird
2018 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Morgan was ready to put her wheelchair through a window.

Seriously, at this point it would be just as useful flung out a window as it was now. It would be easier, and faster, to get across the campus by dragging herself. At least then she wouldn't have to fight with the broken wheel of the wheelchair, which made it list to the right, and gave her a rather bumpy ride. And she could tell the rattling noise it made was grating on Roe as well - like any well trained Service Dog, he didn't let on, didn't growl or bark or snarl, but she'd long been able to read him, to be able to tell when he was agitated just from the set of his brow or shoulders.

And it was far too early to deal with her wheelchair. She'd had to get out of it straight from her bed, and had fought with it since. At this point, she was nearly in tears with frustration. And it didn't help when she got to the Potions Classroom, as she knew she'd have to leave Roe outside. She didn't yet know the Bubblehead Charm, although she wished she did, as then she thought it might be safe to bring him in with her.

"Roe, stay here." she sighed, and the dog gave a soft whoof so she knew he'd heard her, butt thudding to the ground. She unfolded a bowl for him, pouring some water from a water bottle so he could have a drink if he wanted it. Then, she rolled into the classroom, struggling for a moment with the doorhandle.

Looking around, she very carefully made her way to a cauldron that was rather out of the way, so as to not get in other peoples way. She set up the tray on the arm of her wheelchair, pulling out her books and potion supplies. And then, of course, she was told to put it right away, as they were to take a test. As if this day wasn't bad enough! She put her book away, and looked between the Chardonnay and Octopus Ink. It was the Octopus Ink, wasn't it?

She carefully started the flame, pulling out a timer. Once the flame had gotten to what she thought was correct (low), she set the timer to fourteen minutes, and put in four drops of octopus ink.

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Repository ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentBlackbird
2018 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/Him

Naoki was exhausted.

He'd been up, studying, all night. The Spencer hadn't fallen asleep until the sun was almost up again, and had woken up only five minutes before class started. He'd jolted up from his desk upon seeing the time, and had only taken the smallest amount of time to get dressed before racing out, heading to the Potions Classroom.

His hair was messy, incredibly so, the only attempt at being smoothed was when he ran his fingers through it, which really didn't help. By the time he had arrived at the classroom, he was sweaty and his face flushed, very different from his usual put-together, handsome appearance.

He slid into his seat only moments before the teacher began to address the class, and bent double, taking a moment to catch his breath. As soon as he could, he sat up straight, and reached for the Octopus Ink - that, he remembered.

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Sturt ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Student/Janitor✩ Shell
16 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ She/Her

She remembered Alex saying he'd need help in potions, but he must have dropped because he wasn't around this term.  She watched as everyone entered and sighed.  Well, he dropped, or he wasn't in class again.  It had solved any possible conundrum she might have had over choosing a partner.  Nope, she was going to go about this solo then.  Just like being on a broom, potions was completely, entirely in her element.

She listened to the directions given and nodded, glancing around.  Of course she remembered.  That wasn't going to be any problem.  It didn't take any time for her to begin.  As soon as they were free to move around, she strode directly toward the octopus ink, measuring out the amount she'd need.  She returned to her cauldron, glad her gloves were on, and added three large drops, then started the heat source and made sure it was at the proper low temperature, immediately setting a timer next to her.

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Flinders ☆ Sixth Year ☆ Flinders Student✩ Chromatic
2018 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Siwan was quiet in the morning. More so than she usually was. Her voice was hoarse and soft if she tried to speak before she was properly awake and had finished a cup of tea. She flipped through her previous class notes as she ate her breakfast listening to the soft buzz of sleepy students talking before running off to class lest she be late. She had already started pulling out her books before she caught that there was a closed book test today. Her heart sank a little and she sadly put her books away and set up her potions kit instead. She lit the fire beneath the cauldron and approached the front to retrieve the base ingredient. 

For a moment, she hovered over the chardonnay, and would have continued had her slowly moving morning mind not decided to finally pick up speed. "No no.... this one." She retrieved the octopus ink and returned to her desk to rummage for more ingredients. 

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Repository ☆ Teaching StaffNever
26 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/His

Leander watched his students get started with the selected potion and was quite pleased.  No one had picked the decoy ingredient which meant he has going to have a nice accompaniment to his dinner tonight.  When it was clear all the students were done and where waiting for the octopus ink to heat up he flicked his wand at the Chardonnay making it disappear to a nice cold place to wait for later.

“Good work so far guys,” Lee said as his sipped more coffee.  From the side of the room, however, he could hear one of the occupants of the portrait which unfortunately occupied space in his classroom start to tut tut.  Experience told Lee not to try and shush them, it would only make it worse, but really, it was too early to deal with both grumpy teens and crotchety old people.  He hoped they would be fairly pleasant this morning, but didn’t hold his breath on it.

“Alright, now we need a stabilizer.  Make sure you have everything you need ready before you need to add the next ingredient,” Lee cautioned knowing there were a few steps and choices that needed to occur properly and in succession in order to get the right potion in the end.  He flicked his wand again, this time sending a bowl of mints his way.  Before the students could reach them Lee stuck his wand hand in the bowl and grabbed a few to keep for himself.  Coffee and mint was not exactly the tastiest flavour combination, but he could never pass up a mint or three. 

“The next part might be harder to remember, so talk amongst yourselves if you are uncertain.”  Not exactly strict test-taking conditions, but for Lee it was too quiet in the room. 

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Repository ☆ First Year Cait
11 year old Pureblood Human ☆ He/Him

Brinley loved potions class. The chance to be given guidance in his brewing was not to be taken for granted--even if he did have to share the attention with a room full of blithering idiots who didn’t know the difference between a cauldron and a tea kettle. At least at this school they weren’t separated by years. It meant that even as a first year (only halfway through a year he’d graduated from once!) he had the opportunity to try his hand at some more complicated brews.

 

He’d arrived early, as always, and settled himself towards the front of the classroom, parchment out and quill poised. When the professor said they were going to have a quiz, however, Brinley’s heart sank. The Draught of LinsLann was decidedly not something they’d worked on at Hogwarts. He wracked his brain, trying to think if he’d read of it in any of his recent potions journals, but came up empty--he’d never even heard of the thing. LinsLann sounded like someone’s name, too, which was no help. If it had been Draught of Living Death or something, he might have been able to discern some of its make by the properties of the potions ingredients he was offered.

 

He tightened his jaw in silent protest, but he wasn’t about to actually complain. Instead, he tucked his quill and parchment obediently away and stepped to the front of the room, chin high and back ramrod straight though at his sides his hands were shaking. Potions weren’t something one should guess at--consequences could be dire if you mixed the wrong ingredients together. He hated that he didn’t know what to do--potions was his subject, after all--but as he eyed the chardonnay and octopus ink, he decided that he could at least keep things from exploding or creating noxious fumes. He settled on the octopus ink--the less volatile of the two, more base than acid--and made his way back to his work station, his mind racing for a solution.

He had two choices. Well, three, technically, but he didn’t see taking a partner as a choice--not when he knew no one in the class and, as a new transfer who’d never heard of the potion, could bring nothing to the table. That left guessing at what he was supposed to be doing--maybe eyeing the classmates and trying to emulate their actions--or making a potion that he was more familiar with.

The first option left him with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Every instinct he had was against guessing at potions-making, especially when he had so little to work with, contextually. He’d rather make the wrong potion and be sure that it was made correctly. It wasn’t like he’d get full marks on the assignment anyway--or any marks, if he was being honest with himself.

It would be the first time in history Brinley would fail a potions assignment. And the last, he promised himself, even if it meant he had to ask someone for their notes from the previous term and a half and memorize them before next class. He clearly hadn’t been studying hard enough.

For now… He stared at the octopus ink in hand, and then carefully put five drops of it into his cauldron and heated it low. Octopus ink was highly concentrated melanin. You could make a halfway decent sunblock out of it--babyfood, nothing exciting, but at least he wasn’t likely to muck it up. He flicked through his potions kit, finally pulling out eleven pumpkin seeds and beginning the process of crushing them with the butt of his knife.

”Zinc…” he muttered to himself, concentrating on crushing them into a fine powder. ”Zinc helps the body create proteins…”

And despite the fact that he was certainly failing the test, he found himself relaxing slightly into the work. At least he had this--the sweet space between himself and the cauldron. That was worth something.

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Repository ☆ First Year Cait
11 year old ☆ Ze/Zim/Zir

Potions class was a struggle for Squiggy.

Of course, if ze was honest with zimself, all classes were a struggle for Squiggy, but potions was especially so. Ze had never been tidy—certainly not the way most house elves were tidy—and in potions class zir messiness tended to get zir into trouble. Ze tried—at least in this classroom—but invariably, by midway through a lesson, zir workspace was a mess. It didn’t help in the least that the professor seemed to have some sort of thing about it, either.

Sure enough, the classroom was as meticulous as every when Squiggy walked in. Ze gulped, taking a spot in a back corner, out of the way of zir classmates and hopefully where ze wouldn’t get squashed. Ze dragged a stool over to the cauldron and clambered on top of it so that ze could see, and when the professor told them about the test…

Well… Ze tried, in any case.

The first part wasn’t so hard. Squiggy could see which of the two containers the other students gravitated towards, and ze followed suit, dumping enough of the ink into zir cauldron to fill the bottom. After all, ze had to have something to work with, right?

Ze vaguely remembered the potion from last term—enough to remember that it involved candy. So when the professor told them to get to the next step, ze began fishing in zir backpack to see what kind of candy ze had on hand. Ze came up with a chocolate frog, which went into the cauldron, followed by a package of Swedish fish and, finally, a bag of tim tams. Ze left zir bag open on zir desk—ze might need something else from it, after all—and concentrated on stirring the candy into the ink. Sort of like cooking, right?

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Repository ☆ Seventh Year ☆ StudentBlackbird
2018 year old Muggleborn Human ☆ He/Him

Naoki looked up at the teacher as the man began to speak, the glass of wine vanishing away. Ah, so they had all used the right ingredient then? That was good! Hopefully no one would blow themselves up today!

Yawning, the student stretched in his chair, listening as the teacher spoke. He ws quick to stand, and strutted up to the desk, grabbing a mint and then, after a moment, a second, popping one into his mouth. He hadn't had the chance to brush his teeth, and he felt disgusting. It didn't fit him at all.

Returning to his cauldron, he unwrapped the mint, and dropped it into the potion. The potion went from black to brick red, and he moved his wand in a horizontal zeta over the cauldron, watching as it slowly began to turn an olive color.

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Repository ☆ Third Year Blackbird
2018 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Thankfully, her potion hadn't blown up yet, so she must have been doing something right.

Before long, the teacher was speaking again. He put out a bowl of mints and she assumed, correctly it would seem, that they were to be added to the potion. Carefully, she slowly worked her way up, her wheelchair cumbersome in the crowded space, especially with its jacked wheel. But, finally, she had a pair of minds in her hand, and had carefully made her way back to her cauldron.

It was about a minute over the time on the timer, and she hoped the extra cooking time wouldn't be too bad. Unwrapping the mints, she dropped both into the cauldron, frowning when it went from black to a rather vivid orange. Was that supposed to happen? Hesitantly, she brought up her wand, and waved it in a rather awkward Zeta figure.

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Repository Blackbird
2018 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

Potions was one of the things that Samhain felt rather comfortable doing. It was certain, and rather like cooking, which she had spent her whole life doing. So this was rather relaxing, she had to admit.

Shortly before her timer went off, the teacher began to speak. Samhain got up from her cauldron, and approached the teacher's desk, picking up a single mint and taking it back to her cauldron. Unwrapping it, she dropped it into the cauldron, watching as it went from pitch black to brick red.

There, that was right, wasn't it? And next was a horizontal zeta, with a curl at the end. It seemed to be correct, since nothing blew up, and it began to change color.

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