SPOILER!!: Lafay part one
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Droo 
"It is hard to remember your dreams. Sometimes you just know you've dreamt of something, but you don't remember it at all..." She wrapped her arms around herself, "When you have night terrors, you have scary dreams. And you wish to forget them, but those are the ones that remain in your brain."
She set the fire under her cauldron. "The potion we are brewing today can either make you forget your dreams, or... when adding another ingredient, make you remember them."
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"Elf! Get out of my classroom!" She said getting angry. "You will not disrupt my class... now get out, or I'll brew something that required House Elf flesh."
She then turned to the cauldron and filled it with water. "Use a water base. Fill your cauldrons and set the fire below."
His dreams of falling-- some would probably call a trauma that has to be addressed--but there are elements in that dream that he clings to. The last vivid images of his mother, her dying scream-- the handful of things that makes her
real to him and not just a beautiful lady in photographs.
No he wasnt letting any of that go, no matter how morbid it sounds.
He picked up the cauldron and scourgified it and was just checking for dents and cracks when he was startled by the Professor's booming voice. What there was another elf? Like everybody else he was peering at the elf's direction when his head snapped back towards the Professor. House Elf flesh? Oh please no! If he couldnt even stand the Plimpies being harvested....
SPOILER!!: Lafay part two
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Droo Hecate began to feel her insides bubble, and she began trying to calm herself. "
Leave. It. And. Get. Out!" She said getting very angry.
Good. Someone would clean up the mess. "
Till the neck, Miss Branxton. But you'll have to start over. I expect my students all clean their cauldrons as an extra precaution before they brew." She said to the seventh year.
She glared at the Hufflepuff boy who shared her husband's name. "
Do you really think I'd cut the elf's ears off, or its nose, harvest its organs?" In front of the students? It'd be an automatic firing and she wasn't going to risk that.
Hecate turned and glared at the girl. Then she looked to the rest of the class. "
I want my classroom intact. Stop breaking things!"
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There is no brooch!" She said angry. "
The headmistress left my office with the brooch on, and she never came into my classroom."
She wiped the side of her mouth, and she wiped up gray stuff.
"
Prefect Hollingberry, you will not tell me what to do or not do. If I feel like punishment is needed, I will carry it out."
... she had to stop threatening the elves with using them for potions ingredients...
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STOP! STUTTERING!" She said and she covered her mouth with her handkerchief. Great... something else is going... "
Nothing will happen to the elf."
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Get back to your desk. Miss Branxton is helping. Begin your potion," She said curtly.
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Find an upper classm-" but someone came to her rescue.
Good. She nodded towards Sierra. Good Prefect.
Merlin this kid spoke too much. "
Someone tell her 5 C's of potion making!"
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Great... now." She said and wiped her mouth again.
Not good.
Sooo not good.
Class...
Right...
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Ingredients for the potion, go get them from storage." She pointed her wand at the board and the words appeared:
- 1 cup of valerian root
- half a cup of Kava Kava
- 1 deadly nightshade berry
- 8 leaves of devil's weed
- 1 cup of Poison Hemlock seeds
- 1 poppy flower
- 10 leaves of Calea Zacatechichi
Yep more chaos.
It was a little hard to concentrate for a while what with the stuttering elf, things breaking and about half the class up in arms (well as best they can for a Lafay class anyway) about the threat to the House Elf's well being. Addy was right, they were just following orders, and seriously this side of the pond has quite a bit to learn about treating others fairly and equally.
Wait now someone asked about the 5C's of Potion Making. Raising his hand he replied
"Professor, the 5C's of Potion Making are Cleanliness, Content, Color, Concentration and Care."
With that answered, Vickers took up his quill and copied down the ingredients for his notes then paused, worry clearly etched on his face. Most of these are sedatives and hallucinogens, more than half has had the infamous history of being used as poisons. He shifted his gaze worriedly at the Potions Mistress-- he sure hopes she was fully aware at what she's trying to make them do.