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Originally Posted by Presley Black  Now that Culloden was over here, Gwen didn't want to ask the question. He was going to think she was stupid. She had to ask, otherwise she wouldn't be able to keep going with her potion. "Um, I can't read the words," she said in nearly a whisper. "I was wondering if I could go up to the board so I can trace my fingers under it and read it better."
She had expected to feel better once the words were out, but she didn't. She was almost holding her breath, waiting to see how he would respond to finding out he had a twelve year old student whose brain didn't see letters in quite the same way as everyone elses. .......yyyyep, he was worried for her now.
His anger and impatience turned into worry as he frowned in a different way. "What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone, because if it was an ordinary sight problem, she would say 'Can I go closer?' or something, right? Certainly not 'Can I touch it?'
So he was worried. He didn't want anyone dying during his class, thank you very much.
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Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles OH the Professor was coming and- he stopped? Kyroh's hand dropped slowly as he looked at the man's half back-half turned body. What? Did he do something wrong?
What if....he didn't like him?....
Kyroh's shoulder's drooped as he tried to make himself as small as he could be Which was pretty easy considering he was already small as it was. "But you don't know me Sir. I'm sure you'd like me if you got to know me?" The boy said quietly, the words coming out no louder than a whisper. Maybe? WHY WOULDN'T HE LIKE HIM? Kyroh reached up and tugged on the back of his hair out of habit.
"I-I'll listen more carefully sorry." Yes. He had to. He'd try his hardest. "But I don't think it dying of natural causes makes a difference." Kyroh mumbled his eyes looking at the cauldron and NOT at the Professor who was going to send a letter home to his parents? "It's like if you died of natural causes and someone cut you open for you heart. That's pretty mean. That's a mean thing to do. The dragon should be able to rest in peace." NOT rest in pieces.
Free to leave the class? Did that mean he was kicked out? The FACES that the Professor was giving him made it seem that way. Was he kicked out of Hogwarts already? IT WAS JUST HIS FIRST CLASS! Kyroh looked over at the people beside him. Was he suppose to leave now? He was about to ask but the Cupboardbin had already turned around and-Culloden? Ohhh. That's what it was. Yeah that actually sounded right.
Shifting on the chair so he was no longer on his knees Kyroh lowered his head and began taking notes. He didn't say he HAD to leave...but he also didn't say he HAD to make the potion so Kyroh was just going to make notes. Yes.
Plus the Professor had bigger problems than remembering if he had kicked him out or not. Like the fact that someone had thrown up in heir cauldron and the whooooole rest of dragon heart was now in one persons cauldron. ...no.
Conscience, no. I don't care if he's just a little boy, no, I won't go to him and try to win him -
After he was done reprimanding those idiots and explaining the class what to do next, the first person he went to was this little boy.
"I didn't really mean that I don't like you. I mean, hope I'll do." He wasn't looking at his face, because he was still angry at him, but he was trying to speak to him, no? Because he was just a little boy thinking dragons were the BEST animals out there with all those boring heroism. It was probably Sophie that made Cosgrach this soft, and he was going to have a conversation with her too, but he couldn't help it: he didn't want this boy to leave the class heartbroken.
"And this is all for science. We need its body parts for ourselves, and the soil or whatever they do with dead dragons," he truly didn't know, "doesn't. So I'm sure the dragon, may he rest in peace, lived a long and full life, and we're going to be strong thanks to him!" AH! He should have chosen politics as a profession, really.
He looked into his eyes, then. All good? No hard feelings?
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Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Not having to travel far to the dragon's heart at the professor's desk, Sophie had a question before she moved onto the next part and figured there wasn't a better time to ask it than before they got too far into the potion-making process. Just for clarification purposes, she raised a lazy hand and inquired, "Sir, quick question - I'm just wondering," she stressed with a grin, already anticipating the teasing face of oh boy here she goes with a question already from him, if his mood wasn't entirely ruined by idiots who couldn't follow directions. "What kind of dragon heart is this? And... does it matter which breed it is? I mean, I know for wands, a dragon heartstring from one breed of dragon might interact differently with a wand wood than another breed's heartstring might," thanks for the knowledge, Ira Banner, "so I wondered... if the heartstrings might have some variance as a wand core, would the effects of the potion be any different if it was a Hungarian Horntail heart versus, say, a Chinese Fireball?" And if so, what might those be, hm? Well, how could his mood ever be too sour to glare at Sophie too? And what she asked was excellent question anyway, so he smiled at her.
"This is Hebridean Black," he said, "and it affects this potion too, but the change is very minor. This potion will make us strong for 14-15 hours, but a Hungarian Horntail would go as long as 17. And, for example, this type of heart will make us stronger than Common Welsh Green's would, but with a very little difference."
Was she satisfied with the answer?
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Originally Posted by Lauralicious That fruit looked so juicy...why did they have to waste it?" Professor? Do you have a spare pomegranate for me? I am slightly hungry." Eating it would definitely be a much better choice. ...
But WHAT kind of a question was that?
"I don't," he retorted, "this is not the kitchen."
MERLIN! How did she end up in the honourable house of Slytherin?
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Now time for the dragon heart! But first he needed to grab it. Which meant walking up to the front and towards ...him... ugh. Putting on his gloves, he marched to the front of the class and while completely ignoring the Professor he grabbed a dragon heart before spinning back around and walking back to his seat. If he was going to ignore Cosgrach, he was going to lose it: Cosgrach was BETTER than him at ignoring! So, when he saw it was HIM coming, he lifted his head (the arrogant look), and observed the ceiling.
No medals for you, Mr. Hirase.
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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow "Professor, do we use Pomegranates cause they're meant to have health benefits and stuff? Or is it for taste or color reasons?" DID they actually have to taste this? That...might not be the best. Fingers crossed for the health benefits option. And another good question.
Why couldn't all the first years be clever like her?
"For all those that you've listed," he said, "mainly for the taste, but also because it's healthy."
Smiles at her.
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Originally Posted by JustAlice ...Really? Just... add the pomegranate? No prep? Just drop it in? Weird. But at least she didn't have to faff around with the seeds. Derry put the pomegranate into her cauldron, careful to make sure there would be no splashback, and waited for the next instruction. Bring it on, grumpy guts. Y'know, just because he was sitting didn't mean he still didn't see what they were doing.
"You," he pointed, too lazy to get up, "err, Ms. Ferrier." This was better. "I hope that potion was boiling before you added the fruit."
Or else.
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Originally Posted by Rosa Chispa Princessa Bree felt a sense of relief as the professor came over and vanished her potion but that faded to dim as he asked what happened. Er, this was certainly a story for the ages no. And he seems angry, great.
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Bree looked up toward the professor with puppy dog eys and said, "I'm sorry, I'm rather new to magical stuff and was rather grossed out by seeing the innards of a creature and ended up puking in the potion. I'm really sorry, I assure you, it was not a voluntary reaction.", Bree replied sheepishly. It wasn't voluntary, eh?
You know what - he wasn't going to let this affect his mood. He wasn't going to mourn over 2 kilograms of wasted heart. No, he was going to take a deep breath and think of wild daisies and green grass and things that didn't puke.
"Start over and add a glass of water instead of dragon heart at. that. step. Also, don't wait for it to boil. After counting to 18, add pomegranate."
He hoped, from his strained voice, that she understood this was her last chance today.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo She let the solution sit for a bit--the waiting like he'd said- then plopped the pomergranate in. There was no specific way to do this. She couldn't be wrong, unless the Professor was wrong. Now there was a thought. Quote:
Originally Posted by Lottiepot Which had come fairly swiftly after he had finished the last step. He lifted his chin up to glance over at the board with a slight look of confusion. A whole pomegranate? Nothing done to it? No slicing, or cutting, or removing the pulp? Well.. Okay. That was fairly easy to do, wasn’t it? He picked up his pomegranate and added it into his potion. Don't ask HIM how he did it, but he caught these two.
"Alexa and... baby face, ah, Radley," he called out their names from where he was sitting at his desk, "are you sure your potions were boiling before you added the fruit?"
Because from where he sat, it looked like they were earning themselves a longer break by being thrown out of the class that instant.
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Originally Posted by carpediem "Professor? How long does the potion last? Because that would depend what you were able to do with it, right?" Hopefully he wouldn't ask her to go into detail about what she wanted to do with the potion in the first place. Because saying that you wanted to lift and throw cars like an old timey superhero and save the day didn't sound as cool to tell a whole class AND the teacher. Hmmm? His eyes surveyed the class for a short while before he saw who was speaking, and he relaxed. It was Caelen, one bright witch.
"Yes, it determines that," he said at her, "and, well, it depends how weak your body is, of course. But generally it lasts for 12-14 hours." If they brewed it correctly. His eyes surveyed the class restlessly.
Would they?
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Originally Posted by brelovesweasleys Alright, things seemed to be going okay, he might have even looked normal by now, with the rest of the class....
Oh sweet merlin.... Everything in his cauldron had VANISHED! (except the heart) Abel looked up to find the professor glaring at him, and he instantly shrank into his chair, wishing he could shrink his whole body in order not to be seen. He knew that look, that look was given to Abel when his father was just ready to scream.... Oh, please no.
"Uhm..." Think think, did the heart touch the unicorn hair? Not like he was really paying that much attention. However this was a crucial moment. "I don't think so.... Sir." Great. Abel's first lesson in a REAL school, and he's already messing up and in trouble. Cosgrach's eyes was so narrow one wondered how he even saw the kid. But from his point of view, he saw the kid and more: the kid's unsure voice, his anxiety and the wish to disappear. Y'know, Cosgrach could help with the last one? Making him disappear? Because honestly, right now he was just a waste of space.
"Because this is such a bright day, I'll give you another chance." He charmed the heart to go put itself in its box again. "You'll either learn to light a fire and measuring how much of it you need before adding the heart, or you can skip the heart part, add a glass of water instead and add the pomegranate without waiting for the potion to boil after counting to 18." Without waiting for his answer, he turned around and swiftly walked to the box of his precious heart. He had a tending to do, don't mind him.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Boiling Water? Eh, easy enough. If potions went like this all year maybe Zander would reconsider his opinion of this otherwise awful class. After taking a few minutes to nosily look at other students in the classroom Zander was sprayed with some of the boiling water from his cauldron. OW! Zander winced and jumped back in fright. Instead of screaming and making a big seen he kept it to himself. Well, better turn the heat down before it splatters all over the table. No worries though, nothing bad had happened quite yet! Next the pomegranate! Step 3? Done and done. This wasn't too bad after all! Well, WORSE turn the heat down before YOUR PROFESSOR TELLS YOU TO.
BUT SERIOUSLY! Didn't these kids have a BRAIN? If yes, where was it? Why wasn't it working?
The moment the kid turned the heat down, Cosgrach made a choking sound and with a BANG!, the kid's heat was at the MAXIMUM again.
"Excuse me!" he roared, "which university did YOU finish?" Translation, did he know better than Cosgrach and he'd turned down the heat, or did he love the man so much that he was desperately trying to spend more time with him at the worst part of the dungeons?
"If I say 'high', I mean 'high'." End of discussion.
Could he even survive the class today? And NOW they were meant to lower the heat.
After a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he pointedly ignored that boy (Zander) and addressed the rest of the class.
"Lower the heat to medium and wait for five minutes." He eyed them. "Five minutes only. If you don't have a watch, find someone with one." After having problems even with the simplest step, he felt the need to explain everything in detail. "And don't sat idly during that time. Clean a bowl. A cup. And a metal spoon," he eyed everyone again, including that boy (Zander), "C'mere, take a cup of re'em blood from the container I'll put on my desk in a moment, pour it into the bowl with salamander blood and stir them five times clockwise, five times counter clockwise. Once done, set the bowl aside and crush the griffin claw. It doesn't have to be perfectly powdered, just crush as well as you can. Use NO magic while crushing!"
CLEAR!? Could he speak slowly and clearly enough!?
Okay. He went ahead to update the blackboard and put the re'em container on his desk. Once he was done, he sat down at his chair again and watched them warily.
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Originally Posted by Blackboard 4. Turn the heater to medium and wait for five minutes. In the meantime, mix re’em and salamander blood in a bowl and stir them five times clockwise and five times counter clockwise and crush griffin claw. OOC: I won't post again until afternoon tomorrow (in GMT), so that is well more than 12 hours to catch up if you must&want. :3 It doesn't matter if it's one big post or several small posts.
Important OOC note: I'm sorry for not being clear when I first posted. He's hoping everyone will get those things done before time's up, and that's why he didn't tell them what to do after the five minutes. So, he'll tell them what to do BEFORE the time's up. Now, it's the safest to RP as the clock is still ticking.
Last edited by StarShine; 05-12-2014 at 10:00 PM.
Reason: Adding to the OOC note
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