Cadence gasped as she saw the Slytherin girl's potion fly through the air. Professors!!!! Look out!!!! She yelled. Because not only was the potion headed for Peeves, but for the Headmaster and other Professor as well.

"EEEEK!" Peeves squealed, hiding behind Professor Bontecou. He peeked over his shoulder.

"Thhhhhhbbbpt! Ha ha, can't hit Peeves!" He hid again and popped up just over Bontecou's head, making faces at the students and Masterson.

Cela would have prefered to know precisely what she was brewing because her brother's voice in her head was telling her that she couldn't very well experiment if she didn't know what she was making in the first place. But then Cela didn't much want to experiment with potions anyhow- just do well enough that Nico and Will would be proud of her.

She went up and took 2 acorns and a pinch of billywigs, "Thankyou Prof... headmaster!" Cela corrected herself with a little smile before returning to her place. Hmmm. Probably she'd make a mess of herself so Cela used one the spells she had picked up from her brother to ensure she wouldn't get mucky.

Celandine read the instructions and nodded to herself before carefully copying them down.

Cela began humming to herself quietly and used one of the knives in the kit she had inherited from her brother to cut the acorns. She picked up a little instrument that kind of resembled a melon baller and decided that would work well enough to get the meat part of the acorn out.

Eeep! It wasn't all that easy; but she managed to scoop it into a little bowl. Celandine smooshed the meat next, since the instructions said 'crushed' and then she picked up the bits and pieces she had used and cleaned them off before putting them away. Clean as you go. Nicholai was clear on that one.

She put the water on to boil and waited for it, noting that she probably could have done that first to save time. Once it was done she looked at the instructions again and carefully added the ingredients in the order listed- being sure to measure a dram of scurvy-grass as precisely as possible.

Cela began the stirring process.

She looked up precisely once as the poltergeist made itself known. Cool. But she wasn't going to get distracted. Quietly she continued to stir for the five minutes before surreptiously covering the cauldron between the second lot of stirring.

Celandine nodded earnestly at the Headmaster's instructions and gave her potion another stir. She smiled brightly at MisterMastersonsir, making a mental note to go skate on his hut steps later.

Cela looked up in surprise as Mistermastersonsir began to sing. After a moment she shrugged and bopped her head along. And hey Paris wasn't bad either. She kept her mind on the task however. And once her potion had cooled she decanted it into a couple of vials and cleaned up her workstation.


Celandine watched in interest and examined her vials; is that what it does? Stops singing? Why would anyone want to stop MisterMastersonsir from singing? He was goooooood.

That's a fun lesson she thought and joined Cadence and Melanie in the dancing and singing.

She laughed as Peeves joined in the singing. Even if his voice sounded like 6 cats being plucked. It was a smashing class to be in and she was glad that she had woken up in time to go.

She looked over at Jake. "Come on and join us," She told her junior prankster in training.

She stopped singing dancing when the man caught the potion and drank it. Well it was certainly fun while it lasted. She would have to find this man and see if he would sing with her. "Thank you so much!" She told him. "You have brightened up my day," She smiled at him and bowed to him.

Paris looked up horrified as the girl chucked the contents of her cauldron at Peeves. "No!" She screamed a second too late.

She watched as Peeves hid behind the headmaster. Oh god please don't let that potion hit he Headmaster.

"Bleurgh! No! Nononononononoooooo!" Jake shook his head accordingly as he grabbed his ears harder, especially when there was more singing. "Not no way, not no how!"

You ain't seein' me dance, or hearin' me sing!

Then, he noticed the potion flying through the air, about to hit the headmaster. Expecting either shouting or more singing, Jake ducked and covered.

Lasca gasped as she noticed a Slytherin girl throw a potion at the poltergeist. It just so happened that Peeves was right with the Headmaster. Without thinking, she schooched out from under the desk and placed herself in front of the Headmaster. The potion hit her square in the back of the head. It exploded and went all over her, but she was already sopping wet.

She had no idea why she had done that. Looking around though all she saw was stars. With a small chuckle she sank to the ground. The stars were everywhere and she couldn't seem to remember how she had gotten on the floor. Odd.

Cadence was splashed with the potion as the contents hit the back of the girls head and went in all direction. A few drops got in her mouth as it was still open in shock from the Slytherin girl throwing the potion, and Cadence's voice was going back and forth between singing operatic soprano notes and croaking like a bull frog.

Patricia's eyes bugged out of her head as she saw the Ravvie firstie take the hit behind her head. Acting quickly, ran to the front and crouched down next to her. "Silly thing..." she muttered under her breath, "don't you know that the professor can use Protego to protect himself." She shook her head as she took her wand out and started to remove most of the potion from her head and face. She passed her hand behind the girl's head and felt a bump that was growing quite alarmingly. "Oh no...."

She looked up and over Professor Bonsecou's desk and asked, "I think she needs to be brought to the hospital wing, sir." Her eyes were a bit pleading at this point. She returned her attention to the girl and tried as best as she could, to siphon off the potion that was drenching her clothes.

Hiding her potion in her robes lest it be destroyed in the chaos (and thankful to have been done with it before this all erupted), Hannah looked around at the other students. They all seemed to be kind of just as clueless as her... and to top it off, she smelled like acorns. Yuck.

Blossom read the instructions and started to work as hard as she could to try and make the potion work. She didn't want to be a failing student. She boiled 500mls of water,added the ingredients and stirred continuously for 5 minutes then took it off the fire and stirred 1 every minute for 5 minutes. Leaving it to cool she started to relax. Maybe potion making isn't that hard if you follow instructions. Blossom thought smiling also thinking she was lucky that Peeves hadn't got it. After it had cooled she put it in a vial and relaxed even more although Peeves was still making chaos. Her potion was safe for now.

The headmaster wasn't supposed to move that way! If her potion didn't kill the headmaster or something, which she somehow knew it wouldn't, she would be getting detention for sure. She watched as it got close and closed her eyes so she couldn't see if it hit either of the professors or not. She was probably going to be the first student to get detention for throwing an unknown and untested potion at the headmaster.

Blue eyes darted to and fro, from the class wrecking havoc to the higglety pigglety that would be her desk. Matilda watched the Wombat of a Poltergeist swoop round the room with squawks of peeling laughter.

What happened to the acorn-scurvy-grass-billywig-wings slop?

Lady Morgan, Matilda thought. It was not a prayer nor a plead. It was something of both. She actually did a double take when a potion shattered as it connected with a Ravenclaw girl. Both the hospital bill and glassware would cost.

Matilda was thankful it was not her. Too thankful, actually. It was all in due tactics of a perfect escape! The brunette stood, casting a quick glance at Professor Bontecou’s general direction and dashed out of the classroom.

“I’ll check the homework board later,” she promised herself... and then forgot.

"I...huh?" Lasca couldn't make heads or tails of what the girl was saying. Did she just say silly wings? How had she gotten on the floor? She tried really hard to focus on the girl but couldn't see her through the stars. She swung her hand in front of her face in an effort to move them out of her way, but they wouldn't budge.

Frustrated, she huffed. "Bloody stars, everywhere." She muttered to herself. There was a pain at the back of her head but she couldn't seem to summon the energy to check. Where was she again? She had no idea, but the thought made her giggle. Why she didn't know, but it did.

"My dad love Potions and it wasn't so hard when they exploded. It was just antidot or stuff like that, but the potions was really hot" smiled Damian with a warm lokking to Lasca.

"Hi. Peeves. How are you today? Ok you are really in the pranks mood" laughed Damian. He liked the Poltergeist because Damian also loved pranks and jokes.

Damian couldn't follow fast enough what Lasca did. Then he saw her on the ground. "Lasca" called he loud and ran to her.

"Lasca! Are you ok? Have you hurt something?" asked Damian worried. Then he turned to the Teacher. "I think she need to go in the hospital Wing. Could I bring her there?" said Damian really worried after Lasca giggled and spoke confusing.

Varius was rather excited by the idea of making a potion and not knowing the effects. It seemed almost... rebellious... but with a Professor's permission to commit experimentation. He made his way up to the desk and retrieved his acorns and billywig wings. Acorns? Seemed like a strange ingredient.

He filled his cauldron with water as the Professor wrote the rest of the instructions on the board, bringing it to a boil. As the water heated up he began crushing his acorns, hopefully to the most perfect state, but being an amateur at potions he was unsure how crushed acorns should look... oh well, the Headmaster did say it was harmless, right?

Just as he added all the ingredients and began stirring, Peeve's entered. Varius liked the ghosts and in particular, Peeves. Peeves was one who always brought fun and happiness to a situation! Especially if the pranks weren't being pulled on yourself. Obviously, Varius had to stick with his house and have his favourite ghost being the Fat Friar, but he hadn't had an opportunity to converse with him.

He removed his cauldron from the flame as was instructed, pleased that most of his potion was still in the pot, despite a couple of splashes due to Peeves. Hopefully it would still work though. Just as Varius was stirring off-flame, another member of staff entered... he thought he was the groundskeeper, but couldn't be sure - he liked acorns anyway.

Then Varius burst into laughter when Peeves' slapped the man with the acorn fetish and dunked a potion over his head. If that wasn't funny enough, the man began to go into song! And his fellow classmates were joining in. It was like a badly rehearsed High School Musical! Varius' had to hold onto his stomach because it was hurting so bad with the laughter.

After the five minutes were up, and Varius was calm enough to have a steady hand, he attempted to pour some of his potion into a vial with some form of success. Grand! At least he managed it before Peeve's destroyed his potion anymore.

He wanted to scream at the man to give them a little tap dance as well as song, but he didn't want to risk losing the points - not after he worked so hard to gain them! And it looked as if the Headmaster had handed over a cure. Varius decided not to notice that it took the Professor some time before he produced the antidote - obviously he was having as much fun as the students were. Poor acorn-fetish man.

He hadn't had enough time to react; if he had, he would have been able to prevent the catch the flying cauldron. Even if it meant *SIGH* singing again...

Instead, he quickly walked over to the girl that had been smacked in the back of the head with the metal cauldron. He snapped his fingers in front of her face a couple of times and then waved a little bit to see if he could get her attention to focus and zero in on him.

Not having much success, he moved behind her and started to check her head where she had been hit. "Hmm, there's quite the bump here," he stated, looking to Rey, "Nothing broken though...She's just in a bit of a state, nothing that the healer can't put right." He smiled at the boy who looked like he could possibly freak out in concern, hoping to calm him down. "But it's up to the Headmaster, I'm just merely the entertainment for this afternoon," he sighed and shook his head.

After Mr Masterson said that Lasca hadn't broken anything he calmed a little bit. "Thank you sir."

Then he looked to Professor Bontecou "May I bring her to the Hospital Wing, Sir?"

Lasca heard several voices all around her. Then she saw a large man, perhaps one of the other professors? She didn't know but he snapped his fingers in front of her face, which just made more stars explode. "You stop that right now. Too many bloody stars already." Sighing, she tried for for the life of her to remember what she had been doing. Nothing. She came up blank.

Then another face came into view, his name was on the tip of her tongue. He looked really concerned. Who was hurt? Looking around she couldn't see anyone else on the ground. Hhmm...Wait, Damian that was his name! Ha! I remember something! She smiled up at Damian and giggled again. "Has anyone ever told you, that you are cute?" She spoke in a whisper so that only he could hear. Giggling again, she went to watching the stars, they sure were pretty...

Chris was looking all around him that poltergiest Peeves was a real hastle to have around escpecially in class! He watched as some one was handed a antidote

*Me cute - thought he*

"Ähm no. No one had said that to me. thanks." whispered Damian a little bit confused and became red.

"Listen! We two went now to the hospitel Wing to check your head, ok. Can you stand up? Do you need help?" said he.

*OMG she thinks that I am cute. Nice ... No stop now! She is hurt and don't now what she says thought he*

Damian help Lasca up and bringed to a chair.

Melanie burst into laughter as the professor started singing.... he wasn't too bad...But a professor singing!?! She couldn't stop herself.

Then Cadence and a girl she didn't quite recognize started singing and dancing to the tune of Grease lightning. This made her laugh even harder, but before she knew what was happening Cadence was trying to get her to join in which Melanie definitely did not want to do! "Nooo!" she cried out in protest. It wasn't that she was a bad singer ...in fact she was pretty good. That didn't mean she wanted to sing and dance in front of a class of people with a lot of cauldrons that could easily fall over with her dancing. Melanie just wasn't the most graceful person.

Oh but then someone made the huge mistake of calling her friend weird and her first instinct was to throw a punch at him. Of course she had more common sense than to start a fist fight in her first potions class. Melanie poked her tongue out at him. "Your just saying that cause your jealous." she taunted, a small smile on her face.

Finally the professed stopped singing. She cheered loudly, but realizing she was the only one stopped. Then potion was being thrown across the classroom. "No!" she shouted. Why why why why why would you do that?!?
"No no no no no!" Melanie tended to repeat words when she was panicking. Then a girl decided to play hero and save the headmaster. Of course the potion hit her square in the back of the head. Lanie was about to go over and see if she was okay, but seeing as she was already surrounded by people Melanie took Cadence's hand. She was playing between an opera singer and an old bull frog. She dragged her up to the Headmaster and tapped him on the back. "Umm Sir, I think she needs the antidote." she said uncertainly.

Jealous? Blink. Blink. Jealous?!

What the heck? Jealous of making a show of myself?!

"Erm... noooooo..." Jake explained slowly from the floor where he had ducked (which had been helpful as he had been sheltered by a desk when the potion flew every which way). He stuck his head up and went on in his honest opinion, "I'm saying that 'cause they're weird."

Jake's eye took in the girl on the floor, and the other one who was making all kinds of dreadful noises. Jake didn't know what Peeves' next actions would be, if any, so he pressed his lips together and ducked back down.

Oh no, he was no Gryffindor.

When he was down, Jake shuffled over to his own workstation to check the vials were still there, and to hide some in his robes. He wasn't sure if he should empty his cauldron and clean it or not, so he left it.

Realising he should probably keep an eye out to protect his things, Jake remained standing, glad he was so short and didn't have far to duck, just in case.

Coward.

Melanie's hazel eyes glared back at him, letting out a very unladylike growl. She didn't really feeling the need to retaliate... at least he was being truthful. Truthful on what he thought of course. Not on calling Cadence weird. That was what made her furious to begin with. Wow, I really have to control that temper. Melanie thought, shaking her head. Before I do hit someone. She turned back around, ignoring him and trying to get the Headmaster's attention. Although she had to admit Cadence sounding like an opera singer and mimicking a bullfrog was pretty dang hilarious... she wasn't about to stand there and do nothing.

Jake heard the growl and stared at the girl, utterly bamboozled.

"Sheesh..." he muttered.

Well, this wasn't doing him any favours. Reaching into his bag, Jake pulled out a Potions textbook, aimed at total beginners, and set to work trying to memorise each potion and everything about it. Something caught his eye on the contents page, and he flicked to it. Something about intsilling a sense of peace.

Jake giggled.