Potions Class Three:
 

The sharp smell of hot metal cauldrons filled with malodorous contents mingle with the cool, musty smell of dungeon air, marrying to create that peculiar scent that veteran Hogwarts students immediately recognize as Eau de Potions Classroom. Buried deep within the castle's underbelly, the potions classroom is dim and dank, lit only by the flicker of candle-laden chandeliers and the dim blue flames that sit beneath the cauldrons at the front of the class. If you were to touch the bare stone walls, and it is not recommended that you do, your hand would come back to you lightly coated with an unpleasant cold slime-- the accumulation of years of potion vapors, combined with dust and mildew and condensation and things you'd probably rather not think about (much less actually have on your skin).

The room houses several large obsidian workstations, each set with two wooden stools to encourage the students to work in pairs. Each workstation has ample room for the students to set up their cauldrons and other equipment, and the walls are lined with jars and bottles containing all sorts of potions supplies, from friendly-looking dried flowers to jars of bulging eyeballs and entrails. One contains something that vaguely looks like a pickled hand, and it pulses as it floats, as though waving at the students.

Each container is labeled in the Professor's shaky old man's script, and at the back of the room are shelves groaning under the weight of huge potions encyclopedias and texts.

At the front of the classroom there is a lectern and a desk with the professor's chair. There is also a workstation with a cauldron and several bottles and jars. Behind it, a large charmed chalkboard stands. On it are written these simple instructions:


Class Synopsis
Post 54: The professor has set a puzzle for the class to solve. Use your analytical skills to determine what ingredient is missing from your potion and PM me the answer!

Post 59 Those who are solving the puzzle receive a cauldron embossed with their house crest and name as a reward. Then students are to brew a wit-sharpening potion. Jump on in at any time, solving the puzzle and brewing the potion! :)

ooc: Come on in and get set up! Feel free to talk amongst yourselves as you RP setting up to work (just don't turn this into a 'chat thread', or I will delete your posts without warning). Please feel free to RP helping each other set up as necessary. Remember: Have fun! Be creative! and Feel free to PM me with questions, as always. Xana

This was bad.

So bad.

VERY bad.

Jake had everything... EVERYTHING, but his wand. He'd searched everywhere but it was nowhere to be found, and now the boy was starting to panic.

Looking worried and nervous and on the edge of tears, Jake entered the classroom and headed up to the front, searching the room as he went for his missing wand.

Bella walked shyly into the classroom and looked around. She liked Potions, it was true, but all the mayhem she didn't like. She still had the image in her head from last time. She shivered, and shook her head.

"Hello Professor" She called, smiling, she took her seat and began to unload her bag of ingrediants.

Leslie <3
 

toting all her potions equipment, Arya slowly made her way back to the class. She wasn't thrilled to be in the class after the outcome of the previous two, but when things where goin right she did enjoy the class. As she walked into the classroom she spoted her green friend and made her way over to her.

Sure she was the cause of the last clase but Arya wasn certain Ivory had learned from her mistake. Placeing all her things on the workspace, she took a seat and nudged her friend."Hey Ivy."

Ivory looked up from setting up her workstation as her best friend came to sit beside her. For the first time all morning, Ivory gave her a genuine smile.

"Hey Arya!"

Kay enter the room and wondered what would happen this time. Potions had been very..well weird this year. First people were turning into dogs and cats. Then the next class people turned green and were mean. Sarah had yelled at her and Sarah never yells. Kay looked around the room and didn't see Sarah. She was going to work alone this time things were just to weird. Walking to a work station she pulled out her thing and started setting up.



Kay put her journal out and a quill to be ready to take notes. She checked her cauldron and made sure she had everything else she would need.

Marie was not very excited about going to potions this time. She was not in the mood for any more exploding cauldrons and well she really didn't want to have to see Kazi right now. Finally deciding to go she slowly made her way to the potions classroom.

Once there she looked around but didn't see Evelyn or Destiny yet. She did see Carter though and he was sitting in the back.... her favorite place to sit.

"Hey there, wanna be partners today?" she asked. She really needed to work with someone that was going to keep her out of trouble. She did not want to give Kazi any reason to be mad at her today. Hopefully Carter would be able to keep her from getting in any more trouble.

Carter was busy digging into his bag looking for his stirring rod when Marie came up. Although he was still busy looking in his bag he knew it was Marie by her voice. Had they really been hanging around each other enough for him to recognize that? Cool.

"Sure." he said with a smile.

After finding his stirring rod he looked over the rest of his equipment. Everything looked good.

Reese headed towards the Potion Classroom with Torin trailing somewhere behind her. They had just gotten done eating her meal in the Great Hall, and hopefully they weren't late for the third potion class. Once she came up to the door of the classroom, she stopped walking for a brief moment to fix her hair, which had gotten a tad bit messed up seeing as she made a mad dash from the Great Hall to here. When she was done fixing her hair, she peeked inside the classroom to notice Kazi wasn't there yet.

Yes, they weren't late!

"Come on, Torin. We got to get a good seat," she whispered to the Hufflepuff Prefect as she headed into the room.

Hmm, where to sit? She looked around the whole room until she spotted Jack, and then she took the table closest table near him and began to set up her workstation

"Good morning Proffessor," Jacklyn Caroline says as she goes in and sets up her cauldron.

Miranda carried all her junk, books, potion equipment and pen with her notebook in her cauldron, carrying the stuff in her arms... and walked inside the Potions classroom. "Good Day, Professor Kazimeriz. Wonderful day to potionize, isn't it?" She greeted him with a smile and then wandered off to find a seat.

Her nose wrinkled. Last time she was here, she had made that stupid Love Potion - which by the way she still had a sample of. Why? She didn't quite know, just because it was the first thing she had made from scratch. Though she had no idea if it worked. It probably didn't. Which didn't matter to her because she despised such things and wouldn't use it. EVER.

...and it had also been the time she had partnered up with Dominic. Blushiiiiiiiing. Heh! Nevermind that. Right. Right! La la la lalalalaaa.


She plonked all of her stuff on the worktable and started to get the stuff from inside the cauldron, pacing them strategically - no, not really - around the cauldron, ready to get something a-burning.

"Thanks" she said as she took a seat next to him.

She got all the needed supplies out of her bag and started setting up her work station. Hopefully this class would go by quickly so she could go find someplace to be alone.

Greeeeeaaattttt.

Potions.

Again.

Sarah still hadn't got over the embarrassment of the last lesson.She couldn't either, not until the GREEN TINGE went away.How on earth was she going to explain that one in a muggle neighbourhood? Hanging her head, she wandered into the classroom, and diverted her eyes to the chalkboard.The usual stuff - sort out your cauldron and wait nice and quiet.Turning around she spotted Miranda, and gave the girl a cheery wave.Sarah was just about to walk over and join her when she also spotted Kay.The poor huffie she'd shouted at last time - and had yet to apologise to.

Branching off in her walking, Sarah stopped at the station next to Kay and put her bag on the floor.She started to arrange all her things, and check her cauldron, eyes kept firmly down as she tried to think what to say.Satisfied that everything was ready, she put her head back up and sighed.Glancing sideways, Sarah turned her body to same direction as her eyes, and cleared her throat. "Urrrr, Kay? Hi...I - wanted to say how sorry I was for shouting at you last lesson.And for calling you an idiot.It was the potion fumes talking, not me.I'm sorry," she gave a weak smile and turned back to face the workstation.

Working to make sure everything was ready, Kay jumped a little when Sarah started talking to her, she took a step back. Listen, Sarah said she was sorry and that it had only been the potion. "Ok, Thanks. ummm..I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to be in the way and that you thought you couldn't get out without dragging me along." Kay said looking back down at the table. She really liked Sarah and still wanted to be friends. But, she had called her an Idiot. Her parnets always told her that people say that they believe when mad. they tell the truth. Maybe it had just been the potion and Kay would never know for sure. "Are you ready for today? I don't think I am. Potions class has been a little scary this year." Kay said smiling and hoping that everything would be ok. "Sorry, your still green." She said sadly.

Becca worked her way down to the dungeons, dodging other students who were headed in different directions as she went. Finally reaching the class, Becca entered over the threshhold and took a seat a few rows in and back three seats. Looking directly at the board and reading Professor Kazi's hand written directions, Becca did as was asked of her and set up her workstation, inspected her things and prepared everything. Everything seemed to be in order, so for now she'd sit back and relax.

BANG!

The classroom door flew open with a loud crash and Professor Kazimeriz stalked in. He walked to the front of the room, his cane crashing against the stone floor with each step.

"Good afternoon, class." he said as he approached the lectern, leaning upon it.

"Please ensure that you are seated and your workstations are set up; however, there is no need to set your cauldron on its stand as you will not be using your own cauldrons today." Kazimeriz said.

"While we are waiting for a few stragglers to sort their equipment out, let us talk about some of the most important skills a potioneer must have."

He waved his wand toward the chalkboard, which changed:

"What do you think is one of the most important skills that any potioneer must have?" He waited to hear their answers.

ooc- Please one skill per post, but feel free to answer more than once, as long as you refrain from 'parroting' other RPers' answers. Thanks! and feel free to continue getting settled and set up. :)

Sidney makes her way to potion class. Funny, she always enjoys this class even though you put your life into your own hands when you walk over the threshold. Sidney finds a workstation and sets about getting things ready for class. She place the two text books to the right of the potion stand and her journal on top of them. Sidney takes her potion kit, brass scales, dragon hide gloves and cauldron out of her bag. She places her gloves on top if her journal for the moment. The brass scales she puts slightly in front of and to the left of the potion stand. She puts her potion kit directly next to the stand and the box of glass phils next to it. Sidney places her cauldron infront of the stand. She runs her hands all over to outside of it. No cracks, indentations, or other adnormalities... Sidney sticks her head inside the cauldron. Darn! I can't see a thing too dark.
Sidney takes her wand out of its holster, performs the lumos charm and puts her wand deep inside her cauldron. Much better, let's see. I can't see any light coming in from the outside, so the cauldron has no holes or cracks. The surface looks good no discoloration or rust. That stuff I rubbed on it in Potions Labs really works. I think that covers everything. Sidney places her cauldron on its stand and waits for class to start. She looks around and wonders who will blow their cauldron up today.

Aschere stopped at the doorway and sighed. Potions made her nervous, and she had her OWLs this year.
"You've got to do this," she said to herself, encouragingly. A couple of students brushed past her as they tried to get into class. Realizing that she was blocking the doorway, she shuffled forward a few steps before picking an empty looking bench, and clunked her cauldron on top of it.
She set her satchel down and rummaged about for her gloves, before removing her potions making kit, mortar and pestle, a silver knife and her brass scales and measuring weights from the cauldron. She frowned. She thought she'd put her spatulas in too, but she couldn't seem to find them. Leave it to her to forget something important every class - usually she forgot her wand, but a Potions class didn't usually require wands. She lifted up the cauldron and flicked the underside a couple of times. It made a dull ringing sound and hurt her fingernail. Ouch. No spatulas here. She then removed her gloves and grabbed her satchel, carefully removing roles of parchment so as to not to drop her textbooks, spill her ink or scatter a number of tiny nuts, pebbles, marbles and vials of essence-oils, nor drop her bound journal. Nope, no spatulas. She swept everything she had just taken out of her satchel back in, crushing some of the parchment in the process, and winced. So long as it hadn't torn, she could probably use it for homework.. she thought.
As a last resort, she opened her potions making kit. There, neatly bundled among knots of herbs and boxes of basic potions ingredients, were her spatulas and waxed measuring papers. She let out a huff of breath in relief, and then grinned. Her grandfather used to say that one always finds what one is looking for in the last place one searches. It seemed obvious to her, but she was surprised how many other people he said that to seemed to find that statement puzzling. "Ah, grandpa. I'm never going to be as good at potions as you were," she muttered, ruefully.

"Sir." Kay said putting her hand up. "A good Potioneer must know his equipment and the ingredients, that he will be using." She answered hoping that the Professor was in a good mood today, and that he would like her answer.