Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Kazimeriz raised an eyebrow and gazed at the girl with a flat, dispassionate expresison. He said nothing... for the moment. Instead, he turned to another student.



Upon contact with the potion, the plant immediately sprouted, then turned to seed, as though in time-lapse. Kazimeriz smiled. "Excellent work, Miss Erised. It is just as it should be." He nodded at the girl. "In fact, I would ask that you bottle your entire lot of potion and take it to the Herbology professor with our compliments; I happen to know that it is of some use to her." He turned, then turned back. "Oh... and please choose one of the prettier bottles, as it is a gift. There are two points in it for you if you come back and tell me of her response." He tipped her a tiny wink, then moved on.




"I would be most appreciative if you would like to stay, Mr. Upstead. Perhaps you could help our tiny little Mr. Pryce to get his potion sorted. Or at least you could ensure that he is not squashed like a billywig as he retrieves his materials, and perhaps you could help the wee lad onto his stool?" Kazimeriz smirked.









Kazimeriz returned to the workstation with the Troublemakers. "Mr. Trigwell, I do not look to my students for recommendations on discipline." he glared at the boy. "Watch your tongue."

He turned to the Riddle. "Besides, Miss Riddle is nothing like the infamous Thomas Marvolo Riddle who shares her surname. Thomas was the epitome of a Slytherin, intelligent and very, very shrewd. He would never think to do something as foolish as to cast on another student with witnesses around; he would never get caught, and he certainly would not mistake old age for stupidity or deafness. No, Miss Riddle, you are nothing like the man who shares your surname. You simply do not measure up." He smirked back at the girl, meeting her eyes as he wandlessly cast langlock on her.

"Evans and Davis, you are free to go." he said shortly. "Miss Black, you may cease this chore, but I ask that you stay for the moment. Riddle and Trigwell, you will finish removing the beetle eyes and clean up this workstation, and then the four of us are going to be taking a small field trip." He glanced at Upstead and Pryce. "I trust no shenanigans will take place in this lab in my absence."