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Former Professor Valon Kazimeriz
Graduated |  Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! | | SS Mischief Maker
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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe  Chuckling? Chuckling? When had this gone from swollen-torture to a friendly lesson?
Tiberius was... confused.
Nodding in that confusion, he waddled toward the back where there was a sink. He was grateful that he wasn't going to have to run to the bathroom for water. Reaching the sink, he again had the problem of the fat hands. Balling one into a fist, he banged on the handle until water began to flow. Grabbing the bucket, he filled it a few inches so that when he inevitably spilled some, there'd be more.
Punching the handle again, he shut the water. His hands were starting to really hurt from all the jabbing and all that. Clumsily grabbing the bucket, he sloshed back to the table, water occasionally splashing to the ground.
Resting the bucket on the workstation, Tiberius set up his cauldron and fumbled awkwardly with the burner. Puffy. Puffy, swollen and uncomfortable.
A fire finally started under his cauldron, Tiberius dipped a flask in the bucket, once, twice, three times, measuring out the 500mL and pouring it into the cauldron to get it boiling.
Now for the rest of it. Tiberius looked up at Kazimeriz just to see where the man was at. Kazimeriz was watching Tibi from his place leaning against the desk, the tall man peering at Tibi like a hungry vulture waiting to swoop down. He nodded once to acknowledge that Pryce was doing well, folding his arms across his chest in an unwelcoming stance. Quote:
Originally Posted by Ivy Nienna From behind all her carefully packed equipment and books, Ivory heard the professor begin to speak. First addressing the young boy, then her and the other girl in the room that she hadn't had the courage to introduce herself to.
There where he could only see the top of her head at the most, she had a small little panic attack. Nervousness began to well up, as the exchanges continued and it seemed the boy that had been waiting for him was here for detention for having pulled a prank on the professor. A prank he seemed to be paying for dearly now.
As Ivory peeked out from behind her book she saw that 'Mr.Pryce' (at least that's what the professor called him although he was bound to have a first name as well) had ingested the swelling potion and was now determinedly trying to produce a shrinking potion while all parts of his anatomy including his tongue were swollen.
Reminding herself to never get on the professor's bad side, Ivory watched curiously as the boy tried every which way to get the job done. Slowly, the professor's demeanor towards him changed slightly. It was at this point that Ivory decided that maybe he wasn't all that bad. Sure he demanded respect in an intimidating way, but his subject did call for it. And now his voice seemed to have become that of an encouraging teacher rather then a person fixed on revenge.
Slowly, she fought the wave of anxiety.
'No,' she reprimanded herself 'not now,' she would not have her first impression with a professor she hadn't even met be one of a regular ditzy first year. Especially one of a professor that had a reputation as he did.
Summoning up as much of her courage as she could, Ivory slipped off her stool,for she couldn't just stand up since her feet hadn't even reached the floor when she'd been sitting down.
She moved out from behind her pile and her table, and came forward. Her walk one that spoke of many things. First that she was nervous. Second, that she was strong-minded and resolute to prove herself as such; And third....well that she was nervous and that was probably why halfway to where the professor was leaning back against his desk she didn't notice the one floor stone that was slightly higher than the rest.
One second she was staring straight ahead at the professor, and the next moment the floor was rushing up to meet her. In a last second lurch, she saved herself from what could have been a horribly embarrassing fall, the result now merely a comical moment she could later look back on.
With as much dignity as she could muster after having almost planted herself face first in front of the professor, Ivory walked the last few steps to him. Still standing a respectable distance of course, there was no need to invade his personal space.
Her face shining with determination and the need to prove herself worthy of this man, she got the pleasantries out of the way.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Professor Kazimeriz."She said, extending out her small slim hand in greeting. "My name is Ivory Vitya Erised, a first year Ravenclaw." Kazimerz turned at the sound of a tiny bell-like voice at his right. He unfolded his arms and smiled rather pleasantly. "Enchanted, Miss Erised." he said, taking her hand gently. Rather than shaking it, he turned it upward and raised it slightly, as a gentlemen would if he were going to kiss the back of it. (Thankfully, however, he made no such gesture.) Ladies did not 'shake hands' as far as he was concerned. They offered them to gentlemen. The old ways were getting lost. It was sad. He released her hand. Quote:
Originally Posted by Mrs. Weasley Sidney sits her cauldron on its stand. She looks her potion directions over again.
I should probably get all my ingredients and other things together before I start the potion. Sidney walks over to the Professor's Potion Ingredients.. She finds the the twigs already bound in small bunches just the right amount she needs. Sidney then finds a bunch of dried lavender. She takes these things over to her work station. Sidney then grabs a bowl to put the dried chamomile flowers. and the purslane. The last thing she needs is a ginger root. She finds them in a jar. Sidney takes one out, throws it in the bowl, and takes the ingredients to her work station. Sidney then gets everything organized. The chamomile is individual flowers, so I won't have much trouble putting them in the mortar and ginding them up. Now the lavender, I'm going to have to remove the flowers from the stems first. I'd better do that before I build my fire and put the water on to boil. Sidney takes about one stem of lavender from the bunch. That should be enough. She removes the lavender flowers from the stem.. Sidney arranges the lavender and chamomile flowers in seperate piles near her mortar and pestal.
Kazimeriz noted the young girl's brewing methods and shot her a 'well done' look before turning his attention back to Miss Erised. "I trust that if you hope to brew here in the lab that you are familiar with standard brewing practices and safety measures? I do not tolerate sloppy work in my class, nor in my lab." he said. Though his words were stern and serious, his eyes twinkled kindly at the tiny girl. Quote:
Originally Posted by luna_severus_26 Nicoletta walked into the potions laboratory for the first time this term. Make the potion, sick it in a container, and get out. she thought. We'll see who's laughing when we're done. "Professor Kazimeriz, sir? I'm Nicoletta. I was wondering if I could do some practice making potions, something simple, like a boil inducing potion?" she asked hopefully.
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Sweeeeeet, sweeeet revenge!
Nicoletta smiled innocently at Professor Kazimeriz as if to say Pretty please, your awesomeness? This could only be too easy. Another young girl approached him. He raised an eyebrow. "I know who you are, Miss Davis. Hoping to earn a few extra credit points for Slytherin, are you?" he asked with bemused smirk. "You may of course practice any potion appropriate to your year and skill level; as such, a boil-making potion is acceptable. But you must use good practices for safety and keep a tidy workstation in my lab, is that clear?"
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