Adz grinned as she started her potion. This was no problem - potions was her fave subject and she had been making potions since she was four years old - it was a natural gift which had been well earned through a lot of hard work and effort - and, seeing the others struggle, she realised it gave her a huge advantage.

olivia went forward and grabbed one vial of newts and two empty vials. she walked quickly back to her desk so she could begin the task at hand.

luna walked up to the shelf of newts and collected a vial of newts and two empty jars before heading back to her seat next to Adz.

Kristal walked over to the ingredent shelves and grabbed what she needed. She then walked back over to her seat across from Adz. "Hey," Kristal said looking at him have a similar ease with his potion like her. "This is pretty easy too isnt it?" Kristal laughed remembering the transfigoration lesson.

Iphigeneia slowly made her way to the table of newts and jars. She had been hoping for something a little tamer than hacking off the end of a newt and gouging out its eyes...Iphigeneia shuddered.

Back at her desk she carefully - almost hesitantly - she picked the newt out of its jar, holding onto its tail with only her forefinger and thumb and dropped it onto her table unceremoniously.

No gloves INDEED. Iphigeneia thought furiously with a scowl.

She checked the newt at either end, trying to decide which end deserved attacking first. The newt oggled back at her with large, watery, unblinking eyes.

Eye of newt it is then.

She considered using a pair of pincers to pull out the eye, but the Professors voice floated across the room, straight to her, it seemed...

...extract the eyes without damaging them...

Iphigeneia sighed. She tied a green and silver polka dotted handkerchief around her face - the smell of newt was making her nauseous - then with a resigned shrug, she used her fingers to feel along the edges of one eye for weakness, found it, slowly eased into it one finger...

...then two
...then three...

Then all five fingers were around the small white eyeball, meeting on the other side of it. Iphigeneia gulped. She could feel where a tight knot of nerves at the back of the eye led deeper into the newt's head. With a small tug, the eye popped out of its socket with a small squelch.

She pinched the nerves at the back of the eye. It was soft, but firm. She pinched it a little bit harder. Her nails made little crescent marks against it.

She pinched a little bit harder. Suddenly, the juice from inside the nerve began squirting out all over her fingers.

"Ahhh! Large red welts began to appear on her fingers where the juice had fallen. Oh my gods, oh my gods. Iphigeneia clenched her teeth in pain, trying not to panic. She ran to the front of the room, where the Professor was watching another student, back turned to her.

"Professor?" Iphigeniea squeeked, holding out her swelling, pulsing hand, "Professor, um..."

Peony looked over at the girl, her own newt's eyes dangling grotesquely from her bloody fingers. The sight of the girl's injuries did what the hanging retina couldn't do to Peony's nerves.

Peony took in a deep breath. Not a good move. The scent of Eau de Potione Labbe filled her nostrils with it's greasy, odd, choking scent that one could ignore if you hadn't done what Peony had and took in enough air to sustain a dive into water.

She started coughing and choking, and before she knew it, her eyeball had dropped and rolled over to rest bloodily next to the injured girl's foot.

Oh God. Don't step on it. Don't squash it.

Jaren had been in the middle of the delicate proceedure of scooping out a dead newt's eye with the same instrument as the one Terry was using when someone shrieked. With his involuntary flinch he popped the eye out with a bit too much force and it smacked him in the face before bouncing onto the table.

Quickly picking up the eye and dropping it into the vial of potion--for some reason it didn't seem to have been damaged too much from the bouncing--he laid down the one-eyed dead newt and his spoon to look up to see what the commotion was about.

A Slytherin girl seemed to have ended up with nasty red welts (how did that happen?) and a Ravenclaw looked ready to faint.

Peony barely dared bend to pick it up. For one thing, some sort of liquid was dripping from the red welts, and it sizzled slightly as it touched the floor.

Looks nasty, observed the Voice, showing it's wonderful, rare talent for stating the obvious.

Well, duh, replied Peony, alarmed to the point that she wasn't even aware of using such a common colloquial. She stared at her eyeball, and uttered a small, inaudible squeak as it began to roll around slightly.

Raising frightened brown eyes, Peony realised how silly she was being. It was simple. Perform a simple Healing charm, or at least clean the liquid off, then lean down to scoop up the eyeball. In her confused state, Peony did the latter first.

The inaudible squeak became a rather loud: "-BEEP-!" as a drip of the liquid rolled down her palm. It burned furiously. Peony admired the Slytherin for bearing it. Pain had never been one of Peony's strong points.

Get your wand out. Perform the cleansing spell on it at least.

And Peony felt her hand being controlled slightly, reaching into her pocket despite her will. The Voice was doing it again, controlling her actions slightly. Peony winced as a flare of pain spread across her hand. A little boiling red pimple peeped out of the slkin coyly.

Adz giggled - instantly knowing that she was thinking about transfiguration. "Heya - yeah it is pretty easy" Adz said, trying not to sound to know-it-all as her potion changed colour. She added a toad leg and she smiled, not even bothering to check her book - she had done this potion so many times.

Martha walks up to the front of the room and grabs a jar of newts and a vial. She grimaces at the eyes and takes them back to her desk. She opens the jar and separates the eyes, trying not to loose her breakfast as she does so. She takes deep breaths as she continues to extract the eyes. Finally finished, she sits down and tries to recover from the nasty job.

Sticking her notes back in her bag Heshasa got up and grabbed the supplies. Ew she thought to herself, she never liked these kind of things. Ah well she said quietly anyhing for a good grade. And started seperating the eyes, bodies, and tails.

"urrgh" said luna barely looking at the toad, she hated disecting things but gingerly seperated the toads eyes being carefull not to damage them then seperating the tails

Noel put on her dragon hide gloves and went about taking the newts eyes out. She felt sick to her stomach, she rushed a little but removed the eyes without complaint. She noticed the Slytherin prefect Jaren's newt eyeball hit him in the face, she stiffled a laugh and forgot about how nausious she was. She removed the newt's tail and saw another Slytherin with welts all over her skin, the girl's voice was a little squeaky Noel called out nervously, "Professor! Professor she needs a little help over there!" She hoped she had spoken loudly enough.

Jenna walked forward, took the jars, and sat down. She grimaced. [i]At least it's alredy dead./i] Swallowing hard, she opened the jar. A fowl smell emitted from inside.

"Here goes nothing." She murmered, and began removing the eyes as gently but as quickly as possible.

Iphigeneia, still holding her burning hand, began hopping from one foot to the other to keep from passing out in pain as she waited for the Professor's attention...

I should have used the gloves...I should have used the gloves...

Laurasia walked to the table & selected one jar of newts & two empty jars, then returned to her desk. She sat the vials down & pulled out her instrument pack. It was a small green box with a piece of string wrapped around a circular metal clasp to keep it shut. She quickly opened it & pulled out a small scalpel-like blade & a tiny, sharp, long-handled silver spoon.

She uncapped the jars & pulled out one of the newts, spreading it out across the table. She firmly grasped the newt just in front of its' shoulders, then slowly scooped one of the eyes out using the silver spoon careful not to puncture it or cut the side of her finger in the process. She gently lowered the end of the spoon, eye & all, into one of the empty jars. She repeated this with the other eye.

She quickly turned the newt around & pulled out the scalpel. Being careful to not cut too closely to the base of the newts' tail, she quickly severed it with one swipe. She placed the tail in the other empty vial. She then began with another newt & soon found that she had finished with all of the newts in her vial. She capped all of the vials & set the to the side of her desk, then she began to carefully clean her instruments while waiting for the professor to continue.

Rachel sat down quietly at her seat looking around for familiar faces. She didn't see any. Well maybe I'll meet some new people she thought brightly but didn't think so. She opened up her school bag and took out her cauldron and all her other instruments listening to the professor greet the students and give out instructions. She listened intently trying to make the best of her first year.

Will listened as the proffesor gave the instrustions,"Well this is a bit easier" he muttered as he walked up and grabbed the jars and newts," No gloves? oh well." He sat down and began to take the newts eyeballs out,"wonder what potion he means to make with newt eyes? Been a while since I last used any for potions"

Peony let out a hiss of breath as the Slytherin, as she jumped from one foot to the other like a stuck-to-the-floor, demented Easter rabbit. The eyeball rolled ever nearer, with every thump of the foot as it came down.

Squelch.

That didn't really do the sound justice. It was more of a squuuueeeellllcccchhhh. Peony had no idea that eyeballs turned to goo when squashed, and made such a loud noise doing it. The organ had simply disintergrated into white jelly, caught between a hard, unyielding floor, and a heavy foot.

"Oh, heck," she said, throwing a lot of meaning into that relatively harmless word. "That's disgusting."

With one part of her mind occupied, the other part came up easily, like a seesaw. Peony's left hand rose jerkily to point at her right. "Sanatio," she heard her own voice say, and her hand stopped burning so badly. It just hurt now. The pimple still gleamed.

Peony stared.

I'm helpful, I heeelpful, sang the Voice in tune to the song Good Morning in the moive Singin' in The Rain. I'm helpful the whole day through! I'm helpful, I'm helpful to youuuuuu and you and you...

Peony's eyes widened, aghast, as her wand pointed jerkily at the Slytherins. If something went wrong, she would have to account for it! "Sanatio." It wasn't a healing charm, just a simple cleansing one. It stopped the liquid from burning any further.

Ozzy looked up at the Professor then turned his gaze to the table laiden with jars on the far side of the room. "Simple enough." He thought to himself and made his way over to the desk. He returned and placed three jars on his desk. One full of newts and the other two empty. He opened all three of them and carefuly set a dead newt on his desk and even more carefuly extracted and eye from it by applying a bit of pressure behind the eye. "hmm." He mumbled to himself as he put eye into one of the empty jars. "This would be a lot more simple if I had a rather small spoon-like insterment.... Too bad I do not have one at the moment." He thought and dropped the second newt eye in a jar and placed the tail in another.

Iphigeneia noticed a Ravenclaw girl scurrying around underfoot but was in too much pain to try and avoid whatever it was she was looking for. When she saw the girl perform a cleansing charm on her own hand, Iphigeneia jumped at the chance. She held her hand out towards the girl, as though asking her to repeat the charm. The girl did - though jerkily, as though she didn't really want to - and in a wand-wave, the juice that had been burning into her hand had disappeared. Still, the red welts and blisters continued to gurgle and pulse painfully as she waited to be dismissed to the Hospital.

Peony took a deep breath in. She couldn't get out of the habit. Choking again on the musty air, Peony hacked, while her hand tugged on the Professor's coat. What on earth is he doing? she thought irritably. Two of his students are dying at his feet!

Mandie sat at her desk observing the commotion. She was really glad that the girl that had the red welts pop up on her hand had gotten some help. Mandie was starting to get sick watching the girl sceem in pain. She turned back to her task at hand and gently cut around the eye socket and popped the eye out gently with her fingers, she then did the other eye in the same way and placed both eyeballs into one of the jars. She then turned the newt around and sliced through the tail cleanly. She was beginning to think that her perfectionistic nature would pay off in potions. She repeated the same thing with her other newt, careful to keep the eyeballs intact, and then closed the lids on the jar containing the eyeballs, then on the one containing the tails, anxious to see what kind of potion they would be making with the newts.

Charli Ryan sat down calm and ready to begin the new day with another teacher. She had never seen this person before, and had no idea what lied ahead of her.

Ginn, genuinely curious about what will be made with newt eyes, walks up to the desk and gets her newt and vials.

Returning to her seat, she begans the task of removing the newt eyes. "Eww, gross." She says as one eye pops out. "This is very strange."

She continues on with the task, but pops her head up when she hears a familiar voice. Looking around the class room she notices Will looking at a newt with interest. She gives him a slight wave of the hand and goes back to her newt and eye-popping task. "Ok, thats finished. Now on to the tails. Thats the easy part." she mumbles to herself.

Ginn picks up a cutting instrument, holds the tail and cuts thru, placing the tails in the vial.

Once finished, she sits and waits for further instructions.