Exactly what Destiny was expecting. The balloons popped right on her head. Two in a row. 'Great.' Why did she have to answer? 'Alfalfa leaves!' Hopefully this time she got it right.

Riiight. Now the potions decided to start. The first one wasn't so bad. Boils. The same boils she had in the very first potions class. They were easy enough to get rid of. The second potion, not so good.

Destiny felt herself growing. Growing just like Kazi in the hallway. But not as big, she was a little girl to begin with. 'Evelyn..' Whoa, why was her voice so deep?

"Good attempt, but we are looking for an Asian, sentient plant-- a magical plant capable of moving, feeling and reacting in easily observable ways to its environment. The leaves of this plant are a fairly common potions ingredient." Kazimeriz looked around.

A black eyed Celandine, alternately snoozing and assembling ingredients, raised her hand. "Professor..." Sentient? Ummmm. Asian? "... Mandrake?"

She swayed woozily and started preparing her antidote ingredients based on the notes in her bo.... zzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Mandrake has been used for centuries by muggles as an appetite stimulant."

Ok, so maybe it was a bluff. But he thought he was right.

This was a nightmare! Some other random potion fell on top of her head. Sooo wasn't expecting that. Staring in horror at the front of the class, no where in particular, she sat for a moment. Just trying to keep her anger down. Trying, very hard. "Mandrake?" she mumbled to herself, hearing the others answer. Well, she had no clue to this answer so she just shrugged her shoulders, picking ingredients from the top of her head that she thought would fix her scale problem. She didn't want to see what else had happened to her yet from the other potion.

Hearing her name, she looked to Destiny to see what was wrong... Wait, was that Destiny's voice? Maybe she just turned towards the girl out of habit then. And, yea. Her friend was definitely...poisoned with something or...something. About to ask what was wrong, even though it wasn't necessary, a sudden little sharp pain came across her other arm. 'What was that?' Glancing at her other arm, she suddenly threw her hands up in defeat and slapped them on the table. 'Stupid, boils. And class. AND TIBI!'

Kazimeriz sighed and shook his head. "No one cares to remember the poor Chinese Chomping Cabbage, so useful in appetite stimulating potions and also used in hate potions and as a pest repellent when planted in flower beds? Alas... I confess myself disappointed. Your homework for over the summer break will be to study your ingredients. I expect each and every one of you to know the properties of every ingredient in ALL of your potions texts... including what they do and where they originate."

He raised his wand, popping everybody's balloons. "Cure yourselves, and class shall be dismissed. I will be observing your work... Document everything and then turn in your potions notebooks at end of class."

ooc: Sorry it's so short- each and every one of you has been doused! Go to it, RPing the effects of the potion and curing yourselves.

Great, now she was all itching and she had a sinking feeling she would soon again be covered in coldness. This class was slowly desending down her list of favorite classes. It appeared to be a simple question, yet she thought in the wrong direction. The chill in her body was slowly starting to leave, but a warmth was soon replacing it. Her thoughts were getting a bit fuzzy as well....

Ginger Root! Oh yes, that might help her. Grabbing it she chopped it up and added it to her cauldron. She seriously needed to start answering the question and rid herself of the sneezing and clamminess state she was in.

Just as she reached for more ingredients, there was a downpour of more coldness. SERIOUSLY!?!?

The worst part was? When Celandine woke up only to be drenched again, the exact page she was working from had precisely that written down on it. She stared blearily at Nico's handwriting and nervously bit her lip, wondering what effects this potion would ha....

ZzzzzzzzzZZZZz. She slumped on the floor again and the other potion started taking effect. She started to levitate just the tiniest bit as if gravity wasn't quite effecting her properly.

Oh for the love of Merlin. Destiny was getting too big. Maybe if she just let all the balloons hit her, one would be a shrinking solution. It would be so much easier than brewing her own. If she could just pop the balloons on her..

No, that would be bad. Its not like she couldn't reach the ceiling anyway. Whatever. She needed the antidote, like five minutes ago. Now what does she need? Chopped daisy roots, skinned shrivelfig, sliced caterpillar, one rat spleen, dash of leech juice. Easy enough.

Wrong again. Not easy. Not easy at all! How was she supposed to chop the daisy root with enormous fingers? Instead of chopping them, Destiny started to pound the daisy root with her ginormous fists. Chopped good enough. Into the cauldron you go. Skinned shrivelfig? What is that? 'Make me shrivel.' Into the cauldron' along with the caterpillar and rat spleen. And the last ingredient, dash of leech juice. Bam! Finished. And now the hardest part ever, drinking it.

Hmmm, maybe before she shrunk to normal she could like step on Tibi. No, she'd rather deal with him when she is normal size.

The potion started to work as soon as she drank the potion. 'I'm melting, melting.' Ha! She made herself laugh, but stopped when she looked at her ripped up robes. 'What? Three sets of robes ruined this term?' Mum will not be pleased.

Oh goodie, class is over and they had summer homework.

Now to get rid of these boils.

*KERSPLASH*

Failure. Complete and utter failure. As potion dripped down his body, Tibi was unaware that his skin was turning an abnormal shade of red, growing deeper and deeper the long he stood there, seething.

"YOU DESERVED IT!" He burst out suddenly, forgetting everything he'd ever learned about respect and manners and classroom behavior.

But he wasn't totally stupid. His little body shaking with anger, he kept going. "I don't know who did it," - yes, still with the denying - "but I'm glad they did. You're a bully and worse..."

"You're a werewolf supporter! You're no better than they are. They shouldn't be anywhere near this school and neither should..."

Blink. Tibi cut himself off, anger draining from his body, suddenly, replaced by confusion. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, as a sort of sick, puzzled expression crossed his face. That was when he noticed what color he was.

He looked up at Professor Kazimeriz, completely mortified. He knew what he'd said. He knew what he'd done. But, everything felt kind of... hazy. He didn't hate werewolves... did he? "I..." Tibi stammered, before sitting down to stare at his potions set up, the trembles from anger replaced by those of fear.

They had to what? And she was hoping to just have a good fun summer away from schoolwork. Taking a deep breathe, reeeaaally deep breathe, to calm herself, she nodded her head and smiled. Actually smiled... "I hate my life." she muttered to herself, laughing a little, but abruptly stopped when another potion fell onto her head. "Great. This is great. Fantastic. Really...really awesome."

Well at least there weren't anymore questions they had to answer. They could just get this antidote made and get out! Now...what was she doing again? Potions class. And boils and scales on her arm. Antidote! Must make antidote! She completely forgot that she had already figured out what she needed for the scales, but now boils? When did she get those? What? Scales? HUH?

Quickly before she could forget anything else, she took out a parchment, quill, and some ink, and wrote down what she needed for the antidote. 'Black beetle eyes, tubeworm, jobberknoll feathers...something else...' Groaning in frustration, she threw the quill down and stared at her parchment. Well, good enough. Maybe just this would make her boils and...whatever else she had go away.

Bringing everything together, slightly grossed out with the beetle eyes, she looked at the weird colored potion. She was supposed to drink that? Wait...why was she drinking it again? Frowning, she concentrated hard on trying to remember why she needed to drink it-OH! There was the problem. Boils and scales on her arms. Duh. Snorting at her own forgetfulness, she drank the potion, and sat.

The scales went away! YAY! But the boils didn't. Than why in the world did she put Jobberknoll feathers in there? Well, at least that was just for reversing forgetfull...ness...right? Shrugging her shoulders, Evelyn just sat there again, thinking of nothing in particular, and eventually turned to Destiny. "Do you have any clue what goes into boil cure potions?" she whispered reeeaaally quietly,but her attention was suddenly diverted by a sleeping levitating girl that she recognized as Celandine. Snickering, she picked up her quill and reached over, lightly poking the girl on the shoulder.

Wake-up!

Kazimeriz raised an eyebrow at Pryce's outburst. "Fascinating." he said simply.

"Thank you for sharing your viewpoints with the class, Mister Pryce. I think that qualifies as a full confession. You will report to my office immediately after class. As to my politics with regard to lycanthropes, it is none of your concern and I do not intend to engage in a debate about the subject with you or any other student on this campus. Finish your potion so you may be dismissed."

... Cela did and she felt funny. She stood up and it almost felt like she wasn't touching the ground. She was but... like her weight wasn't? Celandine scrambled on to her stool and then she realised, after sitting for a moment that... she was FLOATING.

O_O

She hooked her heels around the legs of the stool, which was juuuust weighted enough to keep her... grounded.

Wait. What was facinating? She peeked at Professor Kazimeriz and then back at her book. Her hands were sorta floaty too and it took a few goes to get a grip on the pages. Her floating hands sorta turned it herself and it was a huge effort to catch up a Quill and press firmly enough to write notes about what she needed.

So, Destiny and Evelyn both had a boil problem. Well that should be easy enough to take care of. And then the faster they can get out of here. Especially now that Creeper Tibi was rambling on about werewolves. Yep, he's a creeper.

Destiny didn't even need a text book to find the anti-dote to boils. She used this same potion on their first lesson. She knew the anti-dote like the back of her hand, well when it was normal and not full of boils.

'Right, we need dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, and porcupine quills. But we don't put the porcupine quills in until the cauldron is off the fire.' Grabbing the snake fangs, Destiny started to crush them. It would've been easier if she was still huge.

She had to think now. Ginger root, runespoor eggs....she needed something else. What was it? Her mind was still a bit fuzzy and she felts the uncontrollable urge to lay down and take a nap. Mmm nice nap, yes that what she needed....

WAKE UP

She blinked, her stupid inner voice wouldn't let her nap. Meanies! Shaking her head, she looked at her hands. They weren't swollen or discoloured, yet at least. She still had time.

Think silly girl, think!

Cold and clammy...she remembered something, but what was it? She knew it, she could picture it, but it was blurry again. It had something to do with eggs. Yes eggs, but what kind? Why was she having such a hard time remembering? Maybe if she just rested her head, just for a minute. Yes, just a minute.....

Hmm, should Evelyn just make her own batch of...boil cure...stuff? Nah. That would technically be 'a waste of ingredients' when she could just help Destiny with her potion. They both had boils so... perfect! Or maybe perfect wouldn't be the right word for something like this.

Nodding at the list her friend spoke off, there wasn't really anything for her to do, except gather the other ingredients. Which she did. Oh she was definitely a huge help in this. Most definitely. Watching Destiny crush the snake fangs, Evelyn leaned against the table and propped her head up with her scaleless but boil covered hands, just watching.

Yup. A huge help. Maybe she could put the porcupine quills in after they took the cauldron off the flame. At least then she would have done something. And then they could leave! Away from here! FAR AWAY! Like, the next floor up or something... Sighing, Evelyn looked around the room, waiting for Destiny to be finished with crushing the fangs, and decided to watch the levitating Ravenclaw instead. Entertainment WoO!

Tibi sat sheepishly in his seat, not daring to look up as Kazimeriz "requested" his presence after class. He was dead. He was so. super. dead.

And he wasn't even sure why he'd done it.

Eyes, swimming, he looked down at his hands. Still red. And now, they were a little puffy, too. So, diagnose the symptoms, lil Tibi. Red. Red can be associated with inflammation. Oh, right, puffy. But also with anger. Heh. Right. Anger. His mind was swirling. He didn't know what was in a color-changing potion or if he should be going with literal or metaphoric explanations for red. But what he did know is that he wanted to get out before anyone could get him. Everyone was going to hate him.

Everyone.

He started laying out ingredients he could think of, working silently and sadly.

He laid out ingredients that were neutral in color, first. White grapes. Milk. Lemon juice. Maybe those would help. Then things that were calming. Chamomile. Ginger root. Hellebore. Finally, he set out some daisy root to try address the swelling.

Staring at the ingredients for a bit, and flipping through his text, Tibi shrugged, deciding to just use it all. If it didn't work, it didn't work. His future at Hogwarts was kaput, anyway.

He began by measuring out a half-cup of lemon juice, and heating it until it began to bubble. While that happened, he delicately skinned each of the three grapes, before crushing them between his fingers, and then dropping the smushed fruit into the cauldron.

Chopping up both the chamomile (four leaves) and the daisy root (two bunches) finely, he added them one at a time, giving the potion an opportunity to boil in between each addition.

Letting the potion simmer, Tibi crushed the one bunch of hellebore with his mortar and pestal. He wasn't particularly concerned that it might be dangerous. He was a sad, doomed little boy, anyway. Someone had messed with his head again. He just knew it. And he was going to go to Kazi, and that would be the end of him.

Adding the hellebore, along with a small phial of milk, Tibi stirred the potion counterclockwise four times, letting it then return to a boil.

Finally, he thinly sliced an entire ginger root, adding the pieces slowly to the potion, before letting it boil once more, and then simmer, the potion turning a wonderful shade of human!pink. It was Tibi colored.

He just hoped it would work.

Scrawling down his work on a piece of parchment, Tiberius kept his eyes downcast. He wouldn't dare drink until Kazi gave the say-so.

Dominic had been too busy amused by the fact that first ALL the girls got splashed upon; poor Willow Kovac. Hit with a potion, she undoubtedly didn't want. Unfortunately for him, his distractions with the other students getting splashed with potions kept him from focusing on the questions and saving himself... Cause the Head Boy seemed to have forgotten for a moment that answering questions was key to safety.

Or wait... no... he didn't ... wait? What was he supposed to be doing?

The seventh year didn't even realize what he was supposed to be doing. Nor was he aware the reason why he couldn't remember what he was doing here in the Potions Classroom or why people were wet.

Including himself.

"Heh." Dom mused, trying to make light of the situation. Not that it made things better. Cause he'd forgotten EVERYTHING that happened.

"Uh... What?"



"Cabbage Chomps Chinese... Heh. Funny."

Oh yea. That forgetfulness potion was totally addling Dominic's brain now. Let's just hope he wasn't like this for his NEWT examinations. Vaguely trying to focus on the Professor's words ... so difficult ... he frowned. Review of potion ingredients? He needed that because he couldn't remember ANYTHING about ingredients.

Hiccup. Hiccup.

Oh great. Wet again. And now he was stuck with not remembering how to brew antidotes AND he had air bubbles.

Hiccup. Hiccup. Hiccup.

Fangs crushed. Well, they were as crushed as they were getting. The boils on Destiny's hands were hurting. She should've stayed big. Walking the halls as the biggest first year ever! She smiled at that thought. And then next term she could totally pick on the firsties. And she actually laughed at that thought. Okay, enough about that. They had a potion to make.

Destiny added the dried nettles into the cauldron. Followed by the snake fangs and the horned slugs, which was totally gross. And now they just had to take the cauldron off the fire and add the porcupine quills. But as Evelyn was looking mighty bored over there, Destiny figured she could do that. 'Your turn!' And Evelyn could drink it first too..

Hmm, her turn? Turning back to their 'station', Evelyn noticed that all the ingredients were gone except the porcupine quills, which she supposed she was supposed to add now. Taking the cauldron off the flame, *FIRE! SQUEE!* she added the quills and stirred it slightly. Smiling at her most amazing work, pfft of course it was amazing!, she looked up to her friend.

"Sooo...You wanna drink it first?" she asked, a small innocent smile playing on her lips. Not that she herself didn't want to drink it first, it's just...Okay, yea well she didn't. She wasn't paying attention the whole time the potion was being made and she didn't know if there was anything extra Destiny added or someone flung in their while anyone else was looking. Not that she didn't trust Destiny... She did! 'Course she did!

Buuut, just that little habit that was bugging her in the back of her mind was having the alarm bells go off. So maaybbee Evelyn was a little paranoid at the moment. Potions class, poisoning, anger, amusement, boredom, scales, boils...was just too much at the moment. "Since you had the boils longer than I have I mean. It's only fair."

Hmm, did she want to drink it first? No! She had tasted it before and knew how horrible it was. She couldn't get the taste out of her mouth no matter how many gallons of pumpkin juice she had. Horrible. Maybe there was an ingredient that made potions taste better, like peppermint. But it might make something else happen to them, sooo she didn't want to try that. Not on themselves anyway..

The boils weren't going away any time soon, not until they took the potion. 'I've only had my boils like five minutes before you.' That might be the wierdest thing Destiny ever said. But they do have six more terms to go.

Destiny poured herself a phile of the potion. 'Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck.' she said as she raised the phile up to her mouth. Then taking one last breath and holding her nose, Destiny drank the potion. Did it work? Of course it did! Destiny was like an expert potioneer, at boil solutions anyway. The boils started to disappear and the pain subsided. 'Right. Now its your turn. And I need something to drink.'

WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!

Mina's head bounced up. Stupid inner voice again. Wait, what was she doing before? Why was she thinking about eggs? Eggs? She looked back at the ingredients in front of her. What was she doing again?

Blinking over and over, she thought really hard. Something about eggs and cold flashes, clamminess, fevers....ASHWINDER EGGS! Yes, that's what she needed. She remembered it! Grabbing two, she added them to the mix, whole. Slowly, she was remembering bites and pieces.

Symptoms, what were her symptoms again? Pulling out her parchment, she wrote everything down. Ashwinder eggs for the fever/cold flashes. Runespoor eggs for the sneezing. Ginger root for the haziness in the mind. Come one what else? She was still sleepy, she wanted to lay down again....Sleep...wait, sleepiness?

Reaching over, she grab a sprig of peppermint. That sounded right, peppermint was something she could use. Tossing it in as well, she continued to stir her cauldron, lowering the heat. She was getting closer to the antidote, wasn't she? She never had that much trouble before, so why now? It was making her sad now, why was it so hard for her today? Why?

Sniffling a bit, she looked at the ingredients spread out before her again. Pull yourself together, just finish it up! Now the voices were getting mean. She didn't like that at all. She needed them to be silence so she would work again. She needed to think, yes think about why she was sad all of a sudden and why she wasn't remembering things completely.

.....sadness...emotions...wait, yes stone....moonstone and hellebore! She was slowly remembering again. Adding both next, she glanced inside her cauldron. It looked correct, didn't it? The color wasn't alarming and what she could remember of all the potions she knew, her senses didn't send off red flags. But she still felt she needed something else. Why couldn't she just remember! Why was she being so forgetful? Forgetful? She blinked and got an idea. Jobberknoll feathers! That just might be what she needed. Added them, she watched as it simmered. She waited and yawned, as she wrote everything down.

This better work!

Destiny hadn't fainted yet. Or died for that matter. So the potion was safe? The boils were gone at least, and judging by the Slytherin's behavior, it tasted disgusting. Great! Just great...

Pouring herself her own phial of the potion, she lifted it up to her eyes, glaring staring at it and its also weird color. Squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't have to look at it any longer, she drank the potion. Yup, tasted exactly how it looked. Disgusting. Actually, the after taste seemed to be the worst part. Ewww. For once, Evelyn actually wished that the crazy cookie lady would have been there with her weird-ish healing cookies. At least those would have tasted better than this.

She was so deep in thought, that she actually missed the fact that the boils had disappeared, until she heard someone hiccuping that is. 'Would so have rather have had whatever they have.' she thought grumpily, flicking stuff off the table again. "Well, it worked." she spoke quietly, giving Destiny a thumbs up. She was the one that practically made the potion in the first place. Now could they get out of here? Yes? No? Maybe? Before the professor decides to conjure up more balloons and pop them?

'Oh Holy Merlin, not another balloon I was rather happy staying dry' Marie thought as as she tried to duck out of the way of the falling balloon. No such luck though, SPLASH, she was hit on the back, a wet mess running down the back of her robes. "Ewwww, GROSS!" 'Please don't let it be boils again' she thought as she tried to look at her back to see what was happening back there. 'Hmmm, nothing, no boils, no hair, feathers or anything back there. Maybe that balloon just had water in it.' No such luck though, Marie couldn't get that lucky. All of a sudden she noticed bruises popping up all over her skin. "Oh great, now it looks like I have been in a fight with a hippogriff and lost." she said to no one in particular.

The professor asked another question, something about leaves and hunger. Raising her hand she said "Sir, I think it is......." But before she could answer the professor had given them the answer already. 'Rats, too slow, oh well, I guess I better find a cure for' SPLASH, another downpour of wet hit her on the head. 'Is he serious, just what I need, more unknown yuck in my hair, will this never end?'

Quicky running around the room Marie grabs what she will need to make the bruise healing paste. Once back at her table she starts to mix the ingredients she gathered. If she didn't get the paste right the first time she was going to look as if she had been in a battle with a whole army of death eaters. Her skin was turning a purplish blue all over. 'This is so not the way I wanted to spend my day, someone is going to pay for this.' Just then she heard the professor tell the ravenclaw boy to go to his office after class. 'Stupid boy, he deserves whatever punishment the professor gives him.'

Once the bruise healing paste was finished Marie started to spead it all over her bruises. "YUCK, this stuff is nasty! I hope the professor makes you pay dearly for whatever it is you did that landed us with a final like this!" Marie shouted at the Pryce boy. Within minutes the bruises started to fade.

Thinking she was in the clear now Marie started to clean up her area when some of her hair fell down in her face. "What the...." her hair was now a bright shade of orange. 'Oh crap, I forgot about that last balloon that hit me, now I have to find another antidote for this mess. I can't leave the room looking like this.' Looking through her book she finds the antidote for a color changing potion. Once again she goes around the room gathering the needed ingredients and takes them back to her table to start the brewing process all over again. Adding, mixing and stirring the ingredients together Marie waits not so patiently for the potion to be done. Once the mixture is ready Marie pours it over her head hoping that it will turn her hair back to the beautiful blond it was when she walked into the class.
Afraid to look at her hair she just waits a few minutes. Finally not able to stand it any more she takes a peak at it. 'Yeah, blond again, now I can be done with this class.'

Before anything else can happen to her she quickly cleans up her area, makes sure she has everything documented then hands in her potions notebook to the professor. "Have a great summer professor and please, make that Pryce boy and the others pay for whatever it is they did to land us with a lesson like this." 'Yep, not gonna miss this class this summer that's for sure.' Marie glared at Tibi and the others while walking back to her table to wait for the professor to dismiss the class.

Nuuuuuu.

Fyo knew he could not duck, not really. But he gave that a try anyway .... only to fail spectacularly. BURSTTTT .... and, of course, doused. He was DOUSED. The fourth year cringed a bit, for oh, how dreadfully he missed the warm interiors of his common room, now!

.... and, for some reason, he missed Trubury Bananasticks Goatpink Popcorn, The Second, too. Trubury WHAT? The BUG, of course. The bug he had found in the tunnel, and then named. Sure, it was a long name, but he remembered it, did he not? In the end, that was all that mattered and --


HICCUPP.

HICCUUPP.

HICCUUUPPP.


OH MY GOSH! Fyo's eyes widened, and he realized that he had - must have - been doused with a good bit of hiccuping solution. OH NO! He covered his mouth with both hands, but it was of no use.

Of no use AT ALL.

At all.