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SPOILER!!: Melbourne Quote:
Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime  Despite his dour manner Professor Noble was quickly becoming one of Melbourne's favorite potions Professors…it was interesting considering her two favorite professors of this term were…well, opposites. Professor Noble was stern as stern could be and Professor Vance…well, she was far more light and airy in her demeanor.
The satisfied nod she received when her potion was inquired upon just seemed to make her grin. Right…which variant did she want to make that, that was the question. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure?" she offered with a pause, "I was debating actually trying to make a new variant if that is possible?" she offered with a small grin before pulling a book of herbs out.
"if not…I'd probably say a stronger variant as I know I'll need something for anxiety and nerves when NEWTs come along…and who knows maybe it could help other people?" she offered with a small smile. "do you have any suggestions?...I was leaning towards making an effervescent potion utilizing Ylang Ylang, maybe lime, and possibly Magnolia…something light and floral" she offered with a small smile and the nice thing about that was that she could possibly just made a soap or something even muggles could use.
A new variant? Ambitious, for sure, but not outside of her capabilities. “If it’s for exam nerves, I wouldn’t mess with the standard potency too much,” he guided. He was open to letting her decide for herself quite exactly what she wanted to try; experimenting was a good thing. “Some adrenaline is good for performance. Too calm, and you won’t get that natural boost.” A lot of good brewing was understanding the true purpose of the final product. Calming could be done in many ways, not all of them chemical.
Which is why her next suggestions earnt the hint of a smile. “That sounds like a decent basis for a calming tonic, yes. I would suggest camomile as a possible floral base too.” He looked thoughtful a moment. “You could try substituting the pint of water for an infused tea if you want…I think that could work to good effect with any of the floral options.”
SPOILER!!: Flynn Quote:
Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat Flynn internally cringed when he heard that voice. Lucifier's voice. He almost bumped his head on the frame of the cupboard as he stood up with his ingredients in hand, and he made a glance over in the man's direction. There were many things he wanted to say, mostly about how UNfun Professor Noble was, but he refrained from doing so since he sure he was still in deep water with the whole book-stealing fiasco. Instead, he gave the man the silent treatment for a few seconds as he put his ingredients down on the table next to his cauldron.
"If you must know," party-pooper Noble, "it's Felix Felicis."
Could he leave him alone now? He wasn't breaking any rules.... yet.
“Ah, liquid luck. Ambitious, indeed,” Noble said, his gaze running over the ingredients the Slytherin had been gathering at his workstation. A sixth month long process. He honestly didn’t think the Prefect had the stamina to successfully complete the brew, and fully expected it to have boiled dry before the end of the week. Regardless, if the kid wanted to try it, he was welcome to. If he succeeded, maybe the Prefect would realise that he had some talent in the subject if he could only be bothered to put as much effort into learning as he did riling up his Professor. If he failed, well…felix felicis was known for having quite the disastrous failures. Reactive, even. An exploded cauldron might be the least of his worries. A learning point indeed.
Noble adjusted this robes on his shoulders, before leaning back against the front desk. “I’d suggest grating fresh horseradish, rather than using dry.”
SPOILER!!: Zoryn Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack "Not really, it's just stretching the truth," the Gryffindor offered the old man a SMILE. If he felt uncomfortable with it, Zoryn could take the lead. She was VERY good at stretching the truth, much better than she was at potions (not that difficult tbh).
And for a moment, it looked like he was willing!!!
Or not.
Before she knew it, he was getting all angry and actually GROWLED at her. Who was this guy??!?! That's all it took for the Gryffindor to scamper into the room and to her ultimate demise (((she was NOT being dramatic, this would bore her to DEATH))).
"Y'know Professor..." Could they call it quits now? "You didn't have to get all grumpy." Maybe they could talk about his anger management instead? Zoryn could be SUPER good at talking about that sort of stuff.
Anyways, this was enough work for one day.
Apparently the truth was very elastic in Zoryn’s mind, if she thought it could stretch that far. Noble wasn’t impressed by the suggestion in the slightest, and he was re-evaluating his previous thought to teach her whilst making an actual potion. Maybe they should go completely back to basics, and she could just measure out the ingredients he needed for the first years for tomorrow morning. Boring and repetitive for sure, but maybe it would have more impact on her?
“And you didn’t have to try and skive off,” Noble responded dryly, following her into the classroom. “I was going to suggest a hair colour changing potion for today’s topic…but now I’m not so sure.” He mused on the thought for a few moments, before smirk slowly spread across his lips. “No, no…I think we will stick with that. However, whatever you produce will be tested on your own hair before you can leave.” That should be an incentive for her to complete it appropriately, no?
SPOILER!!: Abra Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir It had taken a lot of convincing to get Abra all the way down to the Potions Laboratory. He was not a fan of the subject to start with, and was even less of a fan of the dungeon corridors; they were too much like things he preferred not to think about. The prospect of quality time with his Hufflepuff had done the trick, and then it didn't hurt that there was the added bonus of maybe getting a little bit of non-classroom (and therefore stress-free) practice in so he maybe wasn't so horrific at brewing by the time the next Potions class rolled around.
But that part was a bonus and actually wouldn't have remotely tempted him had it been anyone but Derf doing the tempting.
Speaking of Derf, Abra went ahead and let him do all the writing, because that was his strength, so naturally it was his job. And... well, actually, creatures were Derf's strength too, but he'd let Abra do the animal-choosing job when it came to getting the fur they needed, and told him what he needed to do once he had decided, and Abra had done just that.
"I thou-" He broke off suddenly at the sound of another familiar voice in the room, and jumped perhaps a foot in the air in his surprise. Heart pounding wildly, he span around and looked towards the source, but he already know that Noble was right there. Discomfort gripped him, and his stomach began doing flips in the really-not-fun way. This was just as bad - perhaps worse - than being scrutinised during an actual lesson. Without there being a whole class of people to focus on, all their mistakes would be noticed and maybe remarked upon and maybe even mocked and laughed at and just... Merlin. Why hadn't it occurred to him that Noble wouldn't let students brew potions unsupervised? It seemed so OBVIOUS now.
The comment about being unprepared, however, was enough to ignite something within Abra. He remembered losing points for actually properly literally being unprepared for a lesson, and now that it wasn't actually the case actually, his face burned and he felt a sudden rush of something to his head. Being called out for stuff was one thing, but it was a whole OTHER thing when actually it wasn't true.
"Ithoughtwecouldusecathairs," Abra blurted out, his words coming out far louder than he wanted them to, so that they seemed to echo around the room and also around his ears for a million years even once he wasn't talking anymore. His face flushed a little more, and he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small phial of cat hairs before speaking again, quieter now. "Squigs donated these."
Thinking about Squigs soothed Abra's temper somewhat, so... that was good. Imagining what it would be like to BE a cat - his favourite animal, by the way - also helped. He swallowed hard, and continued, trying to pretend it really was just the two of them in there, to keep the anxiety at bay if at all possible. He spoke so incredibly quietly, however.
"Maybe if you double check the instructions and keep the notes, and I'll sort the animal ingredients you don't want to do and check the colour of the potion as we go, that might work?" Uh... in theory. They'd figure out the rest as they went along, but those were at least the weak areas they could help out each other with.
Cat hairs? Noble’s lip twitched, and he nodded at the Gryffindor. “Glad to hear you learnt your lesson, Abraham,” he responded, gathering the jars he’d just refilled and levitating them back towards the storage cupboard. He stacked them neatly, crossing back across the classroom.
“Well, if you boys need me at all, I’ll be next door.” He didn’t necessarily expect them to succeed in their quest, but he didn’t need to stand over their attempt. He had much better things to be doing…and a stack of woefully poor essays to mark.
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