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Art was sitting at his desk with Madame Curie in one hand. The other hand was giving her a good scratch. There was quite a strong smell of menthol surrounding Art, whose knees were playing up. He'd rubbed some cream onto them every morning since the beginning of term, but he was quite used to the smell. If you have a cold or a blocked nose, you might find your nasal passage and sinuses suddenly clear. On Art's table up the front are solid coloured containers full of the ingredients, all of Art's equipment already out and organised, as well as a vial of fluorescent yellow potion.
The door is wide open, and the room is nice and warm. On one wall, hooked over the pegs, are your lab coats. Some are still white, some are unfortunately pink (owing to Miffy). Come in, take a seat, and get ready.
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The story behind some of the lab coats being PINK are thanks to the incident in the laundry. This happened IC about a month ago, and as the coats are used to protect your uniforms, they probably aren't washed too regularly. SOME of them were in the laundry and turned pink, others were ether washed before, after, or not yet after the incident. So feel free to grab a pink one if you want.
The ingredients are in solid containers, so you can't see what's inside them but you can come up and have a look at the potion and have a guess if you wish
Chat amongst yourselves! We will get started in approximately 22 hours. Opening a little early as I'm a bit unwell and might not be on when I originally planned on opening.
For those of you new to the RPG, WELCOME to Potions! IC we are in October, so this isn't our first lesson. We would have had about 2 each week since the beginning of term, so you'll already know Professor Newton and his rat Madame Curie.
Stew alihotsy leaves in simmering water for 20 minutes [prepare other ingredients whilst waiting]
Remove all traces of leaves, and return water to a boil
Add dried billywig stings and erumpent tongue, boil for 10 minutes, continuously stiring counter-clockwise
Allow to cool to room temperature (22 °C/72 °F)
Add armadillo bile, stir five (5) times counter-clockwise
Add leech juice, stir twenty (20) times counter-clockwise, and the potion should be light brown in colour
Bring back to a boil
Circle wand counter-clockwise over cauldron whilst saying the incantation ‘garrula lingua’ and bring down to a simmer
Add 1 levelled tablespoon of activated charcoal
Stir counter-clockwise three (3) times slowly
Add a pinch of ground bezoar
Stir once counter clockwise and remove from heat
As it cools, it will turn from a light brown colour to a fluorescent yellow
When the colour stops lightening, you may bottle your potion. It will be approximately ten serves, if stored in 20mL vials.
Label one vial for the Professor to analyse, and ingest another vial. Save the others for your own use, or dispose of.
Characteristics: Fluorescent, solid yellow Level: Beginner - Intermediate Information: Dose is 20ml. Smaller dose will limit effects, larger dose will have no extra effect due to the addition of activated charcoal and ground bezoar, which adds a protection to the drinker.
Class has officially started. Post late it you want, but you might get punished otherwise just pretend you've been here all along.
As far as Hogwarts lessons went, Potions was not particularly awful. Daxton spent a lot of his free time in the potions lab, or else looking over recipes and ingredients for potions, tweaking them or querying the steps, and then experimenting. It helped that the subject involved the kind of precision that Daxton was skilled with, and liked to partake in.
So he was here today, and on time, too.
The smell of menthol in the room did not go unnoticed to Daxton, who was sensitive to almost every singly onslaught of his senses. As his nostrils burned, he screwed up his face in distaste, and looked towards the source of the smell. Newton. No surprises there, as every single Potions lesson (or, at least, every one Daxton had made it to) it had been the same.
Rubbing at his face with his hand, Daxton bypassed the lab coats and surveyed the class, his eyes resting on the Slytherin he had encountered over the summer (Tak), and had seen plenty of times around school ever since. After a long, lingering look, Daxton dragged his gaze away took up the seat as close to the door as he could get, as was his way. Once there, he propped his elbow up on the workstation, hand holding his head up and the fingers on his free hand tapping out a rhythm on the desk. As usual, he stayed alert to his surroundings, but only just. At the moment, he was almost too tired to care. He stared into space, with his eyes just so happening to be directed right at the vial of yellow potion.
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When given the choice between pink and white robes, it was only natural to assume that the Gryffindor would hurry to snag a white one before they were all gone. He didn't care to be dressed in pink and he didn't care for this prank or whoever had pulled it. This sort of thing never happened at home.
"Good day, Professor." Came his muttered greeting as the boy shrugged into his lab coat and took his seat in the middle of the room. He did spot his friends around the room and they got waves but most of his attention was on the fact that his cousin hadn't arrived yet. Hadn't he been just behind him?--and the smell, always the smell, since they'd first gotten here. It was subtle from where he sat but noticeable in comparison to the corridor he'd just stepped out of.
Were he feeling a little more up to it, the boy might have asked about the things on the man's table but as it stood, he simply kept his mouth shut and waited for something to happen. His quill waited in similar form, floating just above his shoulder poised and ready to begin.
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Lucy was actually probably likely just as good as Potions as she was Herbology. But...she liked it just a little less. Nothing about potions, just...she preferred plants. And still, plants would always feel more familiar than potions ingredients. Even the carnivorous ones, or ones that spoke...made noise...among other things the plants she was used to just didn't do. And dealing with beetle eyes and salamander blood was another story.
She wrinkled her nose when the smell got to her. She smiled at the professor because she couldn't choke out a hello and took a seat towards the back, instead of her usual front row. Mhm.
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Lucy was actually probably likely just as good as Potions as she was Herbology. But...she liked it just a little less. Nothing about potions, just...she preferred plants. And still, plants would always feel more familiar than potions ingredients. Even the carnivorous ones, or ones that spoke...made noise...among other things the plants she was used to just didn't do. And dealing with beetle eyes and salamander blood was another story.
She wrinkled her nose when the smell got to her. She smiled at the professor because she couldn't choke out a hello and took a seat towards the back, instead of her usual front row. Mhm.
Scarlett LOVED potions. There was something weirdly satisfying to her about adding things to a pot, saying some words and stirring the concoction and then getting something really cool at the end of it. It was probably also why she liked cooking. As she entered class, she found it already pretty packed - but there was an open seat next to her dorm mate Lucy, and Scarlett was feeling particularly chatty today, so she skipped over and plopped down next to her.
"Hey Lucy! How's it going?" she asked with a grin as she pulled out her notes. She turned to the Potions Master and smiled at him, giving him a wave and not wanting to be rude by not greeting him too.
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Philipe came into class and glanced around, his mood actually lifting slightly, every day in class was closer to their break which meant he'd be able to go home... and he'd given up the battle for leaving Hogwarts much as he would rather do that. The fifth year smiled and nodded to their professor, "Good Morning, Professor." He glanced around the class room and chose a seat closer to the front than he had in the past. He actually wanted to try to talk to someone... He was done being sad and depressed, he needed a new friend or two... After all, all he'd had before this was his girlfriend who was no longer there.
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As much as Maggie loved the color pink she would have been FURIOUS if her clothes had been turned pink by accident. Like, her pink things were pink BY DESIGN. Not by accident. Maggie hated accidents. So luckily for her, almost all of her clothes had stayed their original color. All, except for her potions lab coat. Meh. Although, honestly, it could have been a lot worse.
Nonetheless, she frowned a little as she walked over to get her lab coat after greeting Professor Newton with a smile. Somehow she'd managed to get an A on her Potions OWL so she was still here. Go her. Not that she'd really NEED the class. Or the NEWT. Or her OWLs for that matter. Who needed good grades when you had a clever boyfriend? Certainly not Magdalena Natalie Traulton.
Seeing as most of the seats were either already occupied or near people she most certainly did NOT want to sit with, Maggie ended up in a seat next to Paige's. Not that the Hufflepuff was particularly someone she wanted to sit with but it was the least horrible scenario in this case. Nonetheless, Maggie didn't greet her or anything. Polite ignorance had gotten her this far after all.
It worked. Even if there was nobody left at Hogwarts who would scold her if she were to be rude to Paige.
Paige had precisely zero expectations as to who would sit next to her in class. Zero. Although the hope that maybe Brian would show up and his dry sense of humor help her get through class was certainly on her mind.
But even zero expectations could not have predicted...................this.
The seventh year merely glanced at Maggie out of the corner of her eye when she sat down, not surprisingly in silence. They really hadn't spoken at ALL since the forced apology Paige had been presented a couple of terms back because of Dima. So this was not only surprising...it was also a bit suspicious, and Paige did not like thinking such things of others. But she had also learned, finally, that she needed to be a bit more protective of herself. The history was there. Maggie had been nothing but cruel to her since, well, ever.
Now she was even more apprehensive about what potion they would be brewing...because they would be testing it on each other. What could possibly go wrong here?
Polite ignorance returned, Paige said nothing in greeting as well proceeded to date her parchment. Resting her quill down to the side of it once she was done, the Hufflepuff tried to relax in her seat with one hand sliding into the pocket of her robes and felt a certain memo from a very special certain someone for moral booster.
Which just made her cheeks a bit more rosy, and obvilously so.
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Lance wasn't particularly, thrilled, to be heading down to the dungeons for potions. It just wasn't his forte and never would be for sure. HOWEVER, he wanted to claim a pink lab coat before they were all gone, so his steps were a little more hurried once he entered the classroom. "Morning, Professor! Morning, Madame!" he exclaimed, reaching out to snatch a pink coat.
The way down to the dungeons from the Gryffindor Tower was looooooooooong and boring. Matt, however, entertained himself today by humming all the way down. Not very loudly, though, which was a first. He was in his usual cheerful mood, but he didn't feel like being as loud and energetic and all-over-the-place like he usually was.
OH well.
He was still there! Still happy! "Hi, professor Newt! Madam Curry!" The boy greeted them both with a bright smile and pretended he couldn't smell any strong smells. But whooaaa, what a strong smell! That was Potions for you, he supposed.
OHHH, pink coat. Hahaha, cooooool! "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice! I like it!" Matt put his lab coat on and modeled it as he walked to his workstation, hands on his hips and all. Lololol. Fashion statementttttttt, maaaaate. Pink coats were in, apparently, because he wasn't the only one wearing one of those. Which was COOL with him. Very nice. COOL.
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Two things Cassie noticed when she passed through the doorway from the dank corridor to the dungeon classroom; one it was warm thankfully, the other the whiff of menthol. “Good day, Professor Newton,” she greeted as she walked past him at his desk in the front of the room. “And you too, Madame Curie.” The Ravenclaw had no problem with the rat, even if she was sure her familiar had other thoughts. Good thing the cat was elsewhere.
Moving further into the classroom, she deposited her belongings on a clean workstation near the front before taking in what apparently awaited them. Unknown supplies and a yellow potion. And a mix of colored and uncolored protective gear. After dealing with her entire uniform being pink for a short time, the pink of some of the lab coats didn’t bother so much so Cassie grabbed one to slip over her clothes as she prepared her area for the lesson.
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A look of disgust came upon her face when she'd entered the Potions Classroom recognizing that smell before in the common room. It was Professor Art's cream he uses & she had almost forgotten about it, until she smelt it again. But the odd thing was, his cream wasn't the worst thing she's come to smell before, so this it was not that bad.
"Professor Newton, Madame Curie" She gave him a nod before going to grab a pink lab coat, it was just a colour, was it really that big of a deal? Making sure it was properly on, she went to find a seat not to too far from Chloe, then took notice of Blaise.
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Noelle was still eyeing the containers, wondering what was in them when she heard her bestie's voice come from behind her. She moved over, offering one of the seat by her. "Hey Az." She said smiling warmly at her.
Another voice came from the other side of her and Noelle looked to see Hattie beside her as well. She grinned and hugged her friend back while offering the seat opposite of her. "I'm so glad you two are here. Potions is my weakest subject. I could use all the help i could get."
It made it more challenging to Noelle, that her HoH was the Potions Master. She wanted to make him proud. She needed good marks.
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Ahh, potions. Samantha wasn't the best at potions, bUT she surely wasn't the worst. But it was still super cool that their professor was also their head of house. Who needed that Space Man anyways? "Hi Professor Newton. Hi Madame." On the way down to lessons, Sam had had a great idea and stopped by the kitchens, so when she grinned at the potions master and his pet rat, she placed a small block of cheese on his desk. Who it was for, well, they could fight for it. And no, she wasn't buttering anyone up. Though, if she was, it wasn't like the rat gave her her grades... or did she?
Leaving the two, she hurriedly grabbed a lab coat, a pink one because at this point what did it matter? And she plopped down on the other seat next to Ace. He was great in this class so he was an awesome person to sit next too, you know other than the obvious.
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This was the second time that his cousin had left him and arrived to their lesson before him. Some friend he was, well some cousin. Hmph! At least Bentley had Phillip, Reuben and Justin to keep his company on the way to the dungeons.
"Professor."
As soon as he got to the classroom, he mouthed a very obvious "I HATE YOU" to his cousin before grabbing a white coat and slipping into it.
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The Dungeons already felt like home to Andrei and he had found Potions to come quite naturally to him, he took a place towards the back of the class, glancing around at his fellow students as he waited for the class to start.
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Juno quietly walked into the potions classroom, rolling her eyes at the pink lab coats. It was bad enough that her robes were pink, of course the lab coats had to be pink too! Darn that Miffy! She quickly grabbed a coat that didn't have as much pink as the others. "She could have at least used purple." She said to herself with a sigh.
She walked passed the professor, "Morning, Sir and Madame Curie." She gave them both a small smile before finding her seat. She pulled out all of the supplies she would need from her bag and placed them orderly around her cauldron. Potions was a science, kinda like baking, if you didn't follow the recipe there would be dire consequences.
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Olly liked to bake. It would make sense that he should be fine at Potions because the two activities were pretty similar, right? That wasn't exactly the case. Though he didn't think he was particularly bad at potions, there were parts that he was not particularly good at. Like waiting. Waiting for it to heat up, for it to brew, or cool. Those were not his best moment. And having to do anything by memory. He could follow a recipe just fine, but was not so good with memory. And he liked his ingredients labeled.
He was hoping this would be a fairly normal class. Considering it was still early in the term he was feeling pretty confident that it shouldn't be too strange. But this was Hogwarts so he could never be certain. "Hello professor," he said with a smile as he entered the dungeon and grabbed a lab coat. To be completely honest Olly didn't even really notice that it was pink. He glanced around quickly and chose a seat next to Blaise. "Hi," he greeted with a smile. "Anyone sitting here?"
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Art smiled at the first to arrive, one of his Lions. He chuckled at her comment, and felt Madame Curie's little head poke up proudly. "Good morning Miss Summers," he welcomed.
The next student to arrive was a young Slytherin, who hadn't greeted Art. Perhaps he hadn't seen him. "Good morning Mr Asakura," Art said, never one to not make a greeting.
"Good morning Miss Botros," Art greeted the next Slytherin into the class.
Art looked up as Miss Umbridge came in, and was about to return her greeting when she started reacting to something. He was suddenly alert, worried that there was a smell of smoke or gas or something, but no... it was just the menthol. He relaxed slightly. There was no emergency. "Er... s-sorry it's my menthol cream. You'll... get used to it," he said, hopeful. But perhaps he'd leave the door open for the duration of the lesson. But then she handed him a COOKIE! He took it from her with a grin and put it securely into his desk draw, away from Madame Curie, who was following it with her eyes. "Thank you! This looks delicious!"
"Good morning Mr Kovalainen," Art said to the first Hufflepuff entering the class.
He grinned at the next to enter, the young Ravenclaw who had changed her name! He was still in the process of setting her new surname to memory, and had made a few blunders. "Good morning there Miss Snow," he said happily to one of his brightest little potioneers.
"Ohayō gozaimasu Mr Reed," Art said, remembering the Japanese greeting for good morning. At least he thought it was for good morning.
A graduating Hufflepuff entered next, greeting him. "Good morning Miss Skeeter," he said.
"Good morning Mr Myers," Art greeted the second year Ravenclaw with a gleeful smile. The young lad seemed quite cheerful, which was wonderful to see.
Art noticed the confident walk of Miss Phillips as she came through the door. He smiled and said "Good morning there, Miss Phillips."
Another of his Lions walked in next, the young one who Art had been informed of costing 50 points. But he knew, without a doubt, she would win those points back and all would be okay. "Good morning Miss Tate," he said warmly to her.
And one of his VERY best students walked in next. Art would be very sorry to see her go, but of course this was the way of life. He gave a broad smile to the young Slytherin and said "Good morning Miss Andrews, and... and Madame Curie says hello too." She was wiffling her nose in the general direction of Miss Andrews, a gesture Art knew was a greeting.
"Hello Miss Paton," Art said with a smile to the second year Hufflepuff. He knew she tried hard to brew a Potion, and he loved to see her hard work.
"Good morning Mr Winslow," Art greeted the fifth year Ravenclaw, transfer. He was happy to see some curiosity, but shook his head at the guess. "Not Felix Felicis today, I'm afraid." Perhaps another day they would look at that one.
"Hello Mr Salander," Art greeted. "Madame Curie says hello too." Art hadn't even noticed the young Lion's use of the lab coat to block his nose.
Art loved watching the progression of students from first years through to seventh years. He smiled warmly at the first year Ravenclaw to enter the class. "Good morning there Mr Jarvis. Madame Curie says hello too." And she was, indeed, inclining her nose towards the young man, sniffing.
And another of his brightest students entered. Art smiled warmly, "Good morning Miss Lynch, err y-yes I'm afraid so. I think it's all the climbing up and down from the dungeons to the seventh floor." He listened to her suggestion to see the healer and nodded. "I've m-made an appointment to see her, I have confidence she will help me. Otherwise I'll have to come up with a... a way to get from my office to the Gryffindor tower," he said with a chuckle. Broom stick? He greatly appreciated her asking about his knees.
"Good morning Miss Traulton," Art greeted another graduating seventh year Slytherin.
"Hello Miss Franks-Mundie," Art greeted another Slytherin, though thankfully a sixth year. Too many graduating students. "I'm alright, just a bit sore in the knees. How are you?"
And one of his very keen Potioneers entered next. "Good morning Miss Denaker. Madame Curie says hello," he said with a smile. Madame Curie was twitching her little nose in Miss Denaker's direction. A sure sign of greeting.
"Good morning Miss Duchannes," Art greeted another sixth year Slytherin, and Madame Curie, always enjoying the greetings, gave a little raise of her paw, signalling a wave of hello.
"Good morning Miss Botros," Art greeted the young Slytherin. He smiled at her observation and gave her a little wink. "Ahh a nice observation there. Once I reveal what it is, let me know if you think it might be a happy brew." Cryptic, he hoped.
Art couldn't help but beam at Miss Griffel as she entered the classroom. "Good morning Miss Griffel," Art said. Madame Curie gave quite the greeting. She lifted off her front two feet to a standing potition, her little front paws bent, and gave a little twitch, almost like a wave. Her little nose seemed to be vibrating as it sniffed the young Slytherin. Art chuckled. "I think she likes you," he observed. "You do? What's your rats name?" He was most intrigued!
"Good morning Mr Park," Art greeted another Slytherin. Madame Curie, still in her little standing position, gave a sniff of her nose. Art smiled, "She says hello too."
The next to enter was Mr Prince, who Art knew wouldn't greet him. He had accepted the young man just as he was. "Good morning Mr Prince," he greeted, just to let him know that Art had noticed him, and was, actually, happy to see the young lad. Art was most intrigued by his methods of potion making, and enjoyed watching him tweak the potions, or add his notes. Curiosity was key for Potion making.
"Good morning Mr Bellaire," Art greeted the young man with the constant quil companion, and who used his wand as minimal as possible. "Did you bring your wand today?" he asked. Art had been informed of the meetings in the past, from both the Headmaster, and Professor Flamsteed. Art only wanted to teach the young man things, either with or without a wand, and tried to come up with ways so the young man could get his tasks complete without needing his wand. Unfortunately... a wand was required this lesson. Perhaps someone could help him though.
"Good morning Miss Potts," Art said to the Hufflepuff student. He DID notice her reaction to the smell. He gave an apologetic smile. "I'll keep the door open for ventilation," he said. He shouldn't have put so much on, but it was certainly taking the aches away.
Art saw Miss Reynolds enter and head to a desk. He was about to say hello, thinking she'd just forgotten to greet him, but there it was - a wave. Art smiled and returned the wave. "Good morning Miss Reynolds."
"Good morning Mr Chev," Art greeted the guitar playing Hufflepuff. He smiled at the young man, and went back to patting Madame Curie.
"Mr McWitty," Art greeted one of his Lions. "Good morning! Madame Curie says hello." She was giving her little sniff of greeting as he passed the desk.
Another one entering without a greeting. Perhaps they were too enthusiastic to get started! But, nope, Miss Newman's face didn't look enthusiastic. Perhaps it was the menthol... "Good morning Miss Newman," Art said.
A very energetic Mr Solo was next to enter, getting a smile from Art. "Good morning Mr Solo, Madame CURIE says hello," he said, a slight chuckle, always saying Curry instead of Curie. Madame Curie blinked at the young lion, but Art wouldn't let her get titchy with the Lions for a making a little slip. He chuckled again at the modelling of the pink robes.
"Good morning Miss McNally," Art said cheerfully. Madame Curie, in his hand, was twitching her little nose in her direction. "Madame Curie says hello, too." He smiled.
Another of his Lions entered, and Art smiled at her. A bit apologetically, realising the smell was, in fact, noticeable. "Good morning Miss Newman, Madame Curie says hello too." She twitched her nose at the young Lion in greeting.
"Good morning Miss Macmillan," Art greeted another Lion. Madame Curie did her standing up thing again, her nose wildly twitching in smell, and she JUMPED from his hands, and onto the desk. At that moment, a block of cheese was placed on the table. Art laughed, a loud laugh, and Madame Curie got to work on nibbling at the cheese. "Thank you Miss Macmillan, I think you've made her a very happy rat," he said wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
And next to enter was, Art was happy to see, another Lion. "Good morning Mr Bellaire-Moore," he said.
A first year Slytherin was next, and Art smiled as he walked in. "Good morning Mr Sychev," he said to the young lad.
And the Hufflepuff Prefect was next to join them. "Good morning Miss Darcy," Art said. Madame Curie, too occupied in the cheese, didn't acknowledge the young lady. Art shook his head. "She'll ignore anyone for a bit of cheese," he said apologetically. She was being quite rude, ignoring the greetings because of cheese!
Another Slytherin to enter, just as the clock ticked time, and Art smiled, saying "Good morning Thomas-Borzekowski," as he came in and got his lab coat.
Leaving Madame Curie on the table to eat the cheese, Art stood up and clapped his hands. "Right, let's get started shall we?" He didn't close the door, because he wanted to allow at least some ventilation from the classroom. The menthol seemed to be quite noticeable to some.
He paused and pulled the lids off all the containers, revealing Alihosty leaves, Billywig Stings, powdered Erumpant tongues, Armadillo bile, Leech Juice, and his own additions to the potion were Activated Charcoal and ground Bezoar. Luckily after brewing a potion a few terms back, he had a lot of leftover ground bezoar, which would save a lot of elbow grease. "You can come and have a look at the ingredients," he said, placing little samples in clear bowls so that, even if they didn't want to come up, they might still see the ingredients. Art knew what they all were, of course, but they weren't labelled.
He held up the fluorescent yellow vial for everyone to see. "Now some of you might have brewed this before, but in your textbook it's.... err a-a light brown colour. I've added some activated charcoal and some ground bezoar. Two questions. Anyone guess what the potion is? And... why I would have tweaked the recipe to include activated charcoal and ground bezoar?"
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Azura was out of her chair almost instantly as the Professor said they could go look at the ingredients.. she went up to the desk and started to investigate what was in those bowls. Thankfully she recognized a few..
Her hand went into the air as she answered his first question.
"I know it's a babbling beverage Professor. " But she didn't know why he would add the extra ingredients.
Cornelius was a little bit confused as to why the professor had tweaked the potion. He tried to make sense of it in his head. Both the activated charcoal and bezoar are for detoxifying, weren't they? Did that mean that the babbling potion was dangerous to their health?
Eyebrows pulled together in a puzzled expression, the curly-head raised his hand. "I've no idea why you would add activate charcoal and ground bezoar to the Babbling Potion," he started. "But the activated charcoal is used for detoxifying, right? And the bezoar is an antidote for poisons, right? Would those ingredients counter some of the ingredients used in the Babbling Potion? Or would it do the opposite and make a person speak in utter wisdom?"
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Juno thought about all of those ingredients for a few moments. Just the main ones not the extras. She knew she had heard of them before, when suddenly it clicked. She raised her hand and waited to be called on before answering, "That would be the Babbling Beverage Potion, Sir. But, I am not really sure why you would add activated charcoal and ground bezoar." It was a little confusing as to why you would add extra ingredients to an already established potion, but he was a Potions Master and knew what he was doing.
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His wand? On him? "No Professor." Came his simple reply. Blaise seldom took his wand to classes--save the times his cousin decided to meddle. With some luck, today would not be one of those days.
But really, it shouldn't have been taking Bentley this long to get here. Had he changed his mind about coming without telling him? Surely he knew that wasn't ALLOWED. Cousins stuck together, how was this not obvious???
Still, there was time before the lesson began so he would wait a little longer.....and stare at Clara. That too, because this time she wasn't sitting all that far. He nodded his greeting to her, lips parting to give verbal greeting too when Bentley finally made his appearance--with Phillip and the others. Took him long enough. Blaise rolled his eyes at the mouthed words. "No one would be able to save the seats if everyone was as late as you." This was him taking one for the team however ungrateful Bentley was choosing to be about it.
The boy shifted in his seat at the sound of a familiar voice. Ollie! "Nah, the one on my other side's for Bentley. This one's all good, mate." Of course it was. His friends could always have the spots next to him.
Professor Newton's voice broke in, effectively stealing his attention and before he knew it, they were being encouraged to go see the potions ingredients while the man went on explaining. He willingly obliged but as for the questions asked....he....wasn't entirely sure about them right this second so the Gryffindor simply chose to remain quiet and listen to whatever else his classmates had to offer up. So far, he didn't like the sound of a babbling potion. Just saying.
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Placing the pink lab coat on over his robes, he claimed a seat as the professor started the lesson... only to have to stand up again. Having a look at the ingredients probably wouldn't help him in the least, but he went up with the rest of the students anyways. Sometimes they had interesting shapes and textures that were cool to look at.
As for knowing what potion it was... Nope. Not a clue.
Babbling potion were what people saying? Had he brewed that before?
Philipe looked at it and paused. He might actually get a chance to redeem himself from last years horrid guess from the aging potion... He still didn't know why he just said it would make his hair pink and spiky... Just stupid... but THIS potion he knew very well, "It's a babbling beverage potion, Professor." He smiled and looked at the professor, why he had added them he didn't have the foggiest, but he could at least take a lucky guess... And he was going to go with it could be healthy, considering charcoal detoxified, bezoars healed poisons, and the room smelled like a vapor rub to get rid of stuffy noses, "Does it help heal illnesses the person who drinks it might have?"
He knew he was probably wrong, but it was the best he could do with what was around him.
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He had just turned his attention to the unnaturally bright yellow potion when a body suddenly invaded his empty space, taking the seat beside him. Hazel eyes licked to the side at the greeting, the voice had sounded familiar, but at the same time it wasn't. And the moment he saw her it made sense. Of course it had been Liv's voice. Just eerily quite. "Strange question. You know it is." She didn't have to ask any more from here on out.
Turning his eyes back to the front, another figure caught his attention. One that wasn't sitting close, but he was standing close enough, and staring right at him. Tak blinked once and stared back as a lump suddenly formed in his throat. It was a strange feeling. The feeling of complete calmness, and yet his back molars squeezes down on his inner cheek, the taste of blood slowly filling his mouth. As the boy moved to sit next to the door, Tak's eyes never left him. "Liv- what's his name?"
The class had started as well, but that was the last thing on his mind. In the back of his head he could hear answers of Babbling Potion echoing again and again. The last thing on his mind however was a potion that made people talk too much. In fact, if he looked at the front of the room again, the bright yellow potion probably would have appeared red with all the anger that was seeping out of him.
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