Paris looked at the little girl on the table next to her as she lifted her cauldron up and looked like she was going to throw it. "Are you seriously going to throw that thing?" She asked sort of impressed with the girl.

Jake saw what the Slytherin first year did and mentally face-palmed. His potion was finished, and off of the flame. After turning the flame down he scooped into a few of his vials, and hid them somewhere around his workstation.

Just in case...

"If he shows his ruddy face I am! And I put some weird stuff in it, so maybe I'll get lucky and it'll do something to him." She kept a close eye on the rest of the room, preparing for her target to show.

Paris looked over at Jake, he looked like he was about to spaz out again. She might need to up his medication or something.

She nodded at the girl. "Well you certainly are tenacious." She said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "Remind me to stay on your good side," She giggled.

Another professor walked into the classroom and over to where Headmaster Bontecou was standing, right in front of the table where Cadence and John were working. She let out a sigh of relief, another professor, that comforted her a little despite the presence of Peeves and the fact that she was just holding her wand stupidly because she didn't know how to light the fire under her cauldron.

"Well, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," he laughed. "We're using them in a potion. While you're here... you want to take Peeves with you?" he asked, poking his thumb in the direction he'd last seen Peeves... Where was that poltergeist anyway?

Potions was confusing and he didn't even know what a billywig was! Whatever, he went up to the class and got the ingredients, then walking back to the cauldron. It was like cooking some food and he was not the chef-type of person. Lighting up the fire he started to put the water in. He didn't really check, it might have been a bit more than 500mL. That couldn't have possibly made a difference though.

Billywig wings... Check! Acorn meat... The professor said that it was basically the inside of the acorn. He didn't realize there were some materials there already so he started to crack it open. Okaaaaay. Check. And the scurvy-grass. Then the next step was to stir for five minutes. It was boring. We gotta stir, stir, oooh stir. Yeah stir, stir, oooooh stir. So bored that he started making some random song in his head.

Cam put his head right in front of the potion, actually wanting it to possibly explode. It would be like an evil scientist, working on a chemical and BAM! Explooosion. But he didn't know if his cauldron would explode. Maybe.

Then the ghost showed up. He was about to have a heart attack before noticing he was a prankster. Gasp. There was actually a ghost that pranked people? Aweeesome. Much better than some ghost with blood covered all over him! The class called a poltergeist, Peeves. Cam immediately started to stretch his arms and his finger starting to poke it.

He went back to his cauldron and set off the fire, and stirred it every minute. Ooooh! So this is going to be edible?! Yummy, yummy. In my tummy!

Lasca couldn't help the gasp that escaped. Having been right next to Sarah when Peeves had dowsed her with potions she too got drenched. Her normally curly long hair was now drenched in the foreign substance and was plastered to her robes. Shaking out her hands she glowered at the poltergeist, and huffed in frsutration.

Eeeewwww....

The professor piped up and said that the potion wouldn't do anything to their hair which was good. The only down side was that the young Ravenclaw and her friend would have to smell like...well she couldn't exactly describe the smell. Sighing, she felt like crying, which almost never happened. Her first potions lesson and she looked like a wet niffler.

Constantine raised an eyebrow as Rey said he'd have to kill him. Oh, how dearly ironic a statement that was, but he wasn't about to let Rey know that. He then raised the other eyebrow when Rey asked if he'd take Peeves with him aka, the source of the chaos in the room.

"Er, I'll pass," he smiled, turning to peer into a cauldron that was nearby. "So, what kind of potion are they making? Or is that a matter of national security, as well," he commented with a side glance and smirk, while sniffing the cauldron. Yup. Definitely acorns.

She looked up when another man walked into the classroom and asked about the acorns. She guessed that was the crazy acorn boy her brother told her about. She returned her attention back to her cauldron.

She glared at the other girl who was speaking to one of her house mates. She held back the fiery retort that was burning on her lips. She didn't want to lose anymore house points, but she glared at the girl nonetheless.

A girl was looking around helpless like she didn't know what planet she was on. Paris walked over to her. "Do you need some help?" She asked her. Paris loved potions and she was the best at it.

Err... actually, yes. Could you tell me how to light the fire underneath my cauldron. I don't know the spell, and I don't have my charms book with me. She smiled at the girl hopefully.

Jake stood around watching people finish up with their potions. He was alot calmer than he perhaps would have been had he not found his liking for this subject. Double checking in his memory that he did all the steps (check), Jake felt a pair of eyes on him.

Slowly, his head turned until he saw Paris. She was back to her potion now, though. Jake did his little blinking twitch routine for a second before turning back to watch the others.

KABOOOOM-SPLOOOSHITY!!


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Bits of metal cauldron and bright green acorn-scented potion sprayed everywhere as Peeves exploded back up out of the cauldron, dressed in a white, drippy towel and his bowler hat. "YOU BRUTE! YOU CAD! CALL A HIT WIZARD! I'VE BEEN PEEEEEEPED!" He screeched dramatically in a high, girly voice. He slapped Masterson across the face and dropped the potions-soaked towel on his head. (Thankfully, he was still fully clothed underneath. *WHEW.*) Peeves flew up to the ceiling and started dancing a jig upside down, making his way over to the headmaster. He flew back down to Masterson. "No hard feelings-- here, have a drink on me... better yet, on YOU!" Peeves threw a cauldron full of hot, strong love potions into Masterson's face and then returned to the ceiling.

"Hellooooo, Professor... Did you MISS PEEVES?" he fluttered his eyelashes at the headmaster, hanging upside-down above his head.

Allie carefully messured the right amount of water. She started to boil it, and watched it intently, making sure that it didn't boil over and strummed her fingers on the desk while she waited. Once it was done, she crushed the meat of the acorns, and added them into the potion, along with a pinch of billywig wings, and the scurvy grass. She started to stir it for five minutes, completly oblvivous to what was going on in the classromm around her. Then she removed it from the flame, and started stirring the potion again. What was she making anyway? The Professor never said. Astrid would have known. She probably had memorized that textbook. If she was there she would probably be telling her too pay more attention to her potion, and not make anything blow up. OH WAIT! The potion!!! Had it been five minutes? She checked her watch, yes...exactly. Wow, Astrid could even help her when she wasn't there. Freaky.

Patricia quickly bottled her potion in a few vials and went to stand at the rear of the class. She really didn't want to get splashed by the bright green potion, regardless if it was innocuous or not.

She smiled at the girl. "Well Lina I'm Paris and I am going to be the greatest inventor on the wizarding world. So we should stick to each other," She told her with a wink.

She smiled at the girl. "Its alright. The spell is Incendio." She pointed her wand at the bottom of the cauldron. "And to control to fire you turn your wand to the left to lower it and to the right to set it higher," She explained as she showed her how to do it using her own wand.

She smiled over at Jake.

Paris squealed and ducked under her table as that terrible poltergiest sprayed everyone with potion. "Go away," She said from under her table.

Thanks! Cadence said smiling at the girl. Peeves had now reappeared and was almost directly over hear head, seeing as how she was at the desk right in front of the Headmaster. Though her heat beat wildly in her chest, she concentrated on her potion, silently praying that Peeves wouldn't remember her. She focused on the rest of the directions.

When she had finished her potion and it had cooled, she looked around the room, hers looked the same as many of the older students, and she took this for a good sign. She poured this into a few vials and waited for Peeves to be gone and more instructions to be given.

Lasca insinctively hit the deck at the sound of the explosion. Hadn't she just been talking about explosions with Damian. Green potion went everywhere, but that didn't matter, the young girl was already drenched. "Please go away!" Grabbing her bag she pushed herself under a table and ended up next to a third year. She gave the girl a weak smile and tried to stay as far away from her as the little space would allow.

She didn't want to get the girl wet, too.

She nodded at the girl. "No problem. If you need anymore help just come ask me. I don't mind at all." She smiled.

Sara was so distracted by everything that has transpired in the classroom, that she left the potion on the flame a lot longer than the 5 minutes required. She was still transfixed that she didn't notice it until she started smelling something foul.

Sara sniffs the air. "Ewww, what's that smell...." She looks around until she notices her cauldron emitting dark smoke. "Oh shoot" she rushes toward it and takes it off the flame carefully. "So much for a good first impression." She mutters to herself and she stirs and notices the potion and clumpy and disgusting looking.

"Well, this is only the first one. I will pay better attention the next time" She promised to herself as he filled the vial and corked it, hoping she wouldn't have to ingest it.

"Um, professor, if our potion looks, umm, not right..." She glances at her potion "do we still have to drink it?" She gulps at the end of her question, hoping for a no.