Originally Posted by Hey Ju

Originally Posted by Jessiqua

A second year Gryffindor came in next, and Art opened his mouth to greet her, and closed it again. He watched her as she went to take a seat, and felt his eyes lighten as they smiled. Yes, smeyes. Smile eyes. Though his mouth was also in a grin, which would explain why his eyes looked to be smiling. He chuckled at her display and then greeted her with a “G-good morn-ning Miss Phillips.”


Once the door was closed he faced the students and said “F-first lesson of the year, er… n-now today we will be brewing a-a v-very advanced potion, so y-younger stu-students mi-iiiii-iiight want to work with an older student,” or not, it was completely up to them. “Now Miss Pinkerton-Oliveira,” he searched for her face and, “Miss Meadows,” he searched for another face. Once he found them, he asked “Would you be s-so-so kind as t-to lift the cl-oths?” Doing so would reveal a large bottle of ruby red liquid, a medium sized bottle of a solid blackish-brown liquid, a large bowl of what looked like fur balls, a smaller bowl of mottled yellow and brown shards, a bowl of what looked like eyebrows, and a smaller bowl full of thin, long, pink, odd looking spiky things. Each ingredient was also displayed in a small jar, which was for demonstration purposes only. He smiled up at the class and looked at them for a moment. Could they see? “Mr Bronwyn, would y-you be able to pass these ing-gredients around?” he asked the Ravenclaw Prefect, indicating the small jars, rather than the bowls and bottles.

After giving the students plenty of time to look at each of the ingredients, he said “Who wo-would like to take a gu-guess at what we might be bre-brewing today?” he asked.