Originally Posted by Hera

Emily bottled her Basic Sleeping Draft. She would test it that night, though she was very confident it would work and that it would work fine. It wasn't her first time brewing the potion. She mentally crossed her fingers in hope that after tonight things would starting getting better. She hadn't been feeling well recently due to her not being able to sleep.

After srougifying her cauldron and the items she had borrowed in the lab she started to pack her things away. She placed the mortar and pestle, the timer and the stirring rod back on the shelf-clean and back in their original place. Emily respected other peoples spaces and had a feeling that Professor Lafay would have a fit if things weren't returned to their rightful order.

After ensuring she had everything packed back in her bad, Emily walked past through the lab to the exit.
"Bye Professor", she said as she waved to Professor Lafay on the way out.
She could hardly wait to get back to the dormitories, her feet were dragging somewhat and her eyes were burning with tiredness.

Originally Posted by Lockhartian

A very serious-looking Treyen Lockhart made his way to the Potions Lab, and noticed Professor Lafay as soon as he entered, "Good day, Professor," he said, with a nod and a small smile, as he took a seat in one of the stations.

He'd sent the owl, and he'd gotten the reply. All he was missing was a little Slytherin girl named Sierra to make an appearance in the Potions Laboratory, of course.But while he did so, the boy took out a worn notebook full of notes, Potions notes, of course, and placed his quill on the last written page. It was obvious he'd been given this a lot of thought. He also took out Melanie's book (a seventh year Potions textbook) and placed it on the table. It was only a matter of time before Sierra showed up, no?

Originally Posted by Anna Banana

The door to the Potions lab opened once again, and Sierra Greingoth made her way in. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for that Hufflepuff boy she'd made a date with--a work date, that is. She'd sworn off Puffer Boys, yet here she was, purposely meeting up with one. The fact remained that she had a point to prove, and this Treyen boy was probably the best person to help her achieve that.

Passing by the professor, Sierra glanced up and said, "Hello, Professor Lafay." She came to a stop beside where Treyen stood, and her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of what he'd brought along. "Did--did you take all those notes?" she asked. Merlin, was she really that far behind? Treyen couldn't be too much older than her. Second or third year, most likely. Possibly a fourth year, but she definitely wouldn't give him any more than that.

"I mean--hey, Treyen," she greeted, realizing she hadn't even said hello. "So what do you have there?" She fished a quill and a few pieces of parchment out of her bag before dropping it to the ground by her feet.