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XanaSnape · #1 (**permalink**) 12-31-2009, 11:14 PM

A disused room next to the potions classroom has been converted into a potions laboratory. There are several large workstations available, complete with stands and burners for standard size 2 cauldrons and plenty of room to work.

Along the walls at the sides of the room are additional stations holding alembics, distillation trains, calcination equipment, Florence flasks, a large jar of clean glass stirring rods, funnels, empty jars and more -- in short, all the equipment a potioneer would need to do his or her work.

Along the back wall of the class are jars and bottles containing a host of standard potions ingredients. Each container is marked clearly with a parchment label bearing the details of its contents (including the date of expiration), written in Professor Kazimeriz's shaky but legible hand. Several of the larger jars house foul-looking ingredients: there is one jar that appears to be filled with pickled toads, another houses what appear to be large eyeballs from some creature in pale blue syrup, and still others seem to contain the visceral organs of animals - rat spleens, newt tails (which are still wriggling in the jar), and whole flobberworms. One jar of some sort of greenish sap is bubbling lazily, and another opaque bottle keeps trembling, clinking against the others.

There is also a large cabinet that has been triple-locked and charmed. Through the unbreakable glass front of the cabinet, you can see vials, jars, bottles of various size, shape and contents. These are the Professor's private stores. You must receive assistance from the professor to access these ingredients, as all the poisons, rare items like unicorn parts and truly dangerous ingredients in the lab -- including dangerous potions such as veritaserum and amortentia-- are housed in this cabinet.

There is a large chalkboard at the front of the classroom near the Professor's sturdy mahogany desk. On it reads this note:

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Originally Posted by Chalkboard in the Lab

Welcome to Open Studio Potions Laboratory!

Welcome to the open studio potions lab. This is a supervised independent studies lab, where you may work on personal projects as well as practice potions for your class assessments, OWLS and NEWTS. Please obey the following rules while in this lab:

SAFETY FIRST. Practice common sense and good safety practices at all times while in this lab. Remember that other potions are being brewed around you and exercise caution at all times.
WHEN IN DOUBT, AS: If you have any question in your mind about the safety or sanity of what you are planning, please bring your intended potion plan to the professor for assstance. The professor reserves the right to end any experiment at his discretion, especially if it is unsafe or irresponsible.
CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. The house elves are not your personal slaves, and it is neither their responsibility nor mine to clean up after you. If you fail to clean up your workstation on departure, you will receive a most unpleasant detention.
HAVE A PLAN and WORK AT YOUR OWN LEVEL. Creativity is definitely encouraged in this lab, but please do not just slap ingredients together without knowing the magical theory behind what you are doing. I expect all students to work at their level and if you have questions, please ask the professor. I am always present when this lab is open.
WASTE NOT, WANT NOT. Many of the ingredients in this lab are quite costly. Use them with discretion.
DANGEROUS INGREDIENTS: Many of the more dangerous or expensive ingredients in the lab are in the professor's private stores. On approval, the professor will obtain any of the necessary dangerous ingredients from the storage cabinet for your use.
COMPOUND POTIONS: Only NEWT levels students with prior approval from the professor may work on compound potions in this lab, to ensure that you properly understand the magical theory behind them. If you are unsure if you are attempting a compound potion, please ask. Those who are found to be in violation of this or any rule will be subject to disciplinary action.

ooc notes: Come on in and get creative!

This is an independent lab, NOT potions class... this is the place to let your character practice potions, do labwork, and experiment. For the purposes of the RP please presume that Professor Kazimeriz is in the room at all times unless I specify otherwise. Obviously, I am not really here at all times, but I will be monitoring this thread closely throughout the term and will do my best to respond to posts directed toward Professor Kazimeriz quickly and efficiently.

Please RP responsibly! I'm cool OOC with potions-gone-wrong-RPs (accidentally blowing up cauldrons and such-- stuff happens in a lab!) but just make sure that you are ready to face the consequences IC for any actions you take or mistakes your charrie makes. For instance, if you have a vat of lethal poison explode all over you, it is quite possible your character WILL die, and if you are irresponsible IC, expect Kazimeriz to react accordingly. Please exercise good sense and remember to follow the site rules at all times.

Also, if your character is addressing the professor or needs attention, please put PROFESSOR KAZIMERIZ in your subject line for your post, just so I don't accidentally miss it.

If you have any questions, please PM me at XanaSnape. Oh... and most important: HAVE FUN! ~Xana~

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-12-2010, 02:24 AM

Tiberius had been hoping. Hoping against all hope that Kazimeriz wouldn't actually be at school. But alas, he was. And that meant that Tiberius Pryce had detention. Every. tuesday.

Shuffling into the potions lab, he stopping the doorway, unsure if he could enter without permission. He knocked on the doorframe timidly. "P-p-professor? I'm... here for my detention."

Why did the first Tuesday have to be so SOON. Tiberius picked at his cuticles, not really sure what to expect.

Mrs. Weasley · 01-15-2010, 05:20 AM

Sidney walks into the Potion Laboratory. Finally a place where I feel at home. I've been brewing potions with mom since I was seven. I should be able to brew a simple potion without burning the castle down. Sidney looks for the Potions Professor. Isn't Kazameriz his name. Sounds ominous. He's no where to be found. She finds an empty work station and takes out her text book, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger. Sidney looks up and sees a boy sitting at a station by himself. "Hello, are you hear to practice brewing potions too?"

I guess he just doesn't want to talk right now. Sidney figures from the boy's expression he's not here to just practice brewing potions. She decides to start work on hers all the same. Sidney looks around the room. Is the room a labortory or a morgue? I think some flowers would cheer it up. I'd conjure some butterflies too, but I think they will interfere with my potion making. Sidney takes out her wand. She swoops her wand around in a circle and says, "Orchideius." A beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers appear on the work table. Sidney looks for a face to put them in. She finds a round container and fills it with water. These look perfect in there. Now where to put them? I know these would look great on the professor's desk. Sidney moves some of Professor Kazimeriz's books and puts the vase on the corner of his desk. Perfect! Now where to put some more flowers... Sidney looks around. The supple table that certainly need something to cheer that area up. She walks back to the tables, swirls her wand around in a circle and says. "Orchideius Maximus!" Ooooh, I think I created a new variation on the charm. Not one but two bunches of flowers appear. Wicked!! I'm really getting the hang of this charm. I hope I have as easy with the other charms. Let's see. I need two containers. Sidney finds two, empty, potion containers that will hold the flowers. She fills them with water, and places them at either end of the supply table. Much better. Now to work on my potion. Sidney walks back to her work station. You know I think I deserve some flowers to brighten my work area too. One more time. "Orchideius!" She twirls her wand around in a circle and a a beautiful bouquet of tulips appear on the work table. Tulips! One of my favorite flowers. I'm going to need a large beaker for these. Sidney finds one in one of the cabinets. She fills it with water, and arranges the tulips. Sidney places them near her work area. Time to brew the potion.

Ivy Nienna · 01-28-2010, 07:11 PM

Ivory timidly set foot, one small step at a time, into the laboratory. Hunching her small frame, she was trying to make her body mass as small as she could. Calling as little attention to herself as possible; or so she hoped.

As it was, the result was a ridicules waddle that looked as if the small girl was bracing herself against a hard wind and still sneaking in the process. It would have caused even the toughest person to stifle a chuckle or at least a smirk.

Nevertheless, ridicules or not, Ivory inched forward, venturing into the one room, alright well to be perfectly honest one of the rooms, rooms plural, that she had as of yet been scared to enter.

No it was not because the professor had been rumored to be a well, quite intimidating man; Nor was it because it was a creepy room down in the dungeons. No, it was because she was a first year and had thus far only seen her grandmother make potions on those rare weekends when her father had let her go over. Her parents had preferred charms over anything else so she’d never seen much else. Even though her father was a healer and probably knew the subject backwards and forwards he never really brought work home with him and so she had never done much with the subject either…except stir. She could definitely stir, yes her grandmother had always said she was a good stirrer. Counter clockwise, clockwise, one quarter turn, she could do it all.

But sadly that was it. She had never done a potion herself. Which was why she was here, for the first time in a laboratory for potions. As Ivory crept in, she didn’t know whether to expect hairy eyeballs to come charging out of a cupboard and loud booms followed by cauldrons exploding all over the place, or an orderly people carefully measuring out miscellaneous things into lightly stewing pots.

Looking around however, she saw neither of those things. Sure there were many work tables and the walls were covered entirely with potion materials but there was only a sullen boy waiting near the door, waiting for the professor she assumed, and a girl in the midst of potion making on the other …and in the front, of course was the professor, who sat behind his large mahogany desk engrossed in whatever he was doing.

Deciding silence was the best option at the moment, she found her way to one of the back work tables just barely sparing a nervous nod of acknowledgment to the professor in case he happened to look up and think her rude. If he spoke to her of course she’d respond but she just didn’t want to be the one to interrupt him.

Removing her near empty book bag, she slung it over one of the chairs and settled into another one. Trying to be inconspicuous, she reached her hand into her robes and withdrew her wand.

Immediately she felt the familiar warmth spread through her body and pinpoint in her hand, and as usual a small blue flame blossomed at the tip of her wand.
It was a flame that never failed to amaze her with it different blue hues and center that flashed purple and white like the hottest part of a blaze. It was made of Hawthorn and Ivy, with a core of Gubraithian Fire. She’d experimented and so far it didn’t burn anything and was only slightly warm to the touch. Still always cautious, she’d gone to the library and researched an Extinguishing Charm just in case it ever did.

Wand now in hand, she pushed back her robes and tapped the fiery tip to her belt.

It was a very special belt that had been a gift from her mother. Made of many mokeskin patches, one had to simply tap the tip of their wand to one of them, and out billowed a small sack enchanted to hold more than its size gave credit for; which merely required a pat of the hand to close and shrink back into place. With a double tap of a wand, one could even detach the bag completely and later simply touch it to the belt to retract into a patch again.

It was a storage marvel with its side patches enchanted to hold large parcels like wardrobes and brooms, leaving the front and back patches for light weight things. It was from a patch near her right hip that billowed out a pouch the size of a book bag.

From it, Ivory removed her potion making kit in its small wooden chest and her pewter cauldron safely packaged in its dragon hide satchel. Then came her dagger and knife in their proper sheaths and her mortar and pestle in their small protective pouch. Her brass scales in their flat case was placed on the table next followed by her elbow length Graphorn and Manticore hide gloves that had been a gift from her grandmother who thought safety was the number one concern in potions. Her grandfather had worked the hide until it was soft and supple but still retained all its protective properties, and Ivory couldn’t help running the smooth leather through her hands and smiling fondly.

In fact, they were the ones that had provided her with all her potion equipment and protective casings, upon her parent’s requests. Before leaving they had sat her down and had a talk with her. Knowing that Ivory had never really had much to do with potions what with having attended a muggle elementary school and living in the suburbs, they knew the only real knowledge of the subject she had could barely count as knowledge; And so they’d talked her through the basic safety procedures.

Explaining the importance of knowing everything about her ingredients, about having equipment that was in good condition and safely stored to keep it that way, and about keeping a journal so as to always be aware of when she’d done what in case anything went wrong. They’d also provided her with quite a few things to read. Things she was going to read now. Like The Art of Potion Making by S. Snape, The Potion Scholar's Encyclopedia of Ingredients, The Art of Potion Making, Magical Drafts and Potions, and Potions: An Encyclopedia.

XanaSnape · 01-30-2010, 06:11 PM

Professor Kazimeriz entered the lab and looked around, spotting two first year girls and one Tiberius Pryce. Very good. he thought, nodding at Pryce. "Good afternoon. I do not believe I have made your acquaintance, girls... I am Professor Kazimeriz, potions master. Mr. Pryce... I presume you are here for your detention?" he could not suppress a smirk as he looked at the second year boy.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-30-2010, 06:14 PM

Tibi's body went rigid. That voice. He'd begun to wonder if maybe he was off the hook.

Apparently not.

Suppressing a shudder, he turned his face up to the man. "Y-yes, sir." Tibi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Whatever was coming, he deserved it, and he would handle it.

Right?

XanaSnape · 01-30-2010, 06:23 PM

Professor Kazimeriz stretched his livery lips into a wicked, leering grin of purest mischief... perhaps Evil. His dark eyes never leaving Tiberius, he chuckled.

"For the edification and education of our young first year lab students, why don't you start out by explaining to these young students what exactly it is that you did to earn yourself an entire term of detention?" He leaned backward against his desk at the front of the lab and crossed his arms, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He was enjoying himself.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-30-2010, 07:03 PM

Tiberius felt his cheeks flush. Explain? Sometimes, when he thought about it, he couldn't quite explain it to himself.

Turning to face the two girls, he looked down at his shoes. "I.. me and... some other students and I... he stammered, nervous. "We tricked Professor Kazimeriz into coming out of his office so we could drop balloons of swelling solution on him.. and.. and.. " What else were they going to do? "And then I yelled at him in class."

Sufficiently mortified, Tiberius rubbed his right eye with a fist. "But, I still don't know why I did it..." he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

Mrs. Weasley · 01-30-2010, 07:29 PM

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Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Professor Kazimeriz entered the lab and looked around, spotting two first year girls and one Tiberius Pryce. Very good. he thought, nodding at Pryce. "Good afternoon. I do not believe I have made your acquaintance, girls... I am Professor Kazimeriz, potions master. Mr. Pryce... I presume you are here for your detention?" he could not suppress a smirk as he looked at the second year boy.

Sidney smiles at the Professor. "Good afternoon, sir. I'm Sidney Marlowe, Hufflepuff first year. I know I shouldn't be brewing a potion since I haven't attended my first class yet, but I've helped my mother brew a variation of this potion before. She's a magical creature healer and brews the Sleeping Draft all the time." Sidney picks up her book and shows Professor Kazimeriz the potion she would like to try brewing:

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Basic Sleeping Draft
(Lesson 1.2)

Use/Effect:
The basic sleeping draft is to be used before bedtime in order to aid in sleeping. However, it should not be used longer than a week or two or one may start falling asleep at odd times of the day.

Ingredients:
* water (500mL)
* lavender (a pinch; crushed)
* chamomile (a handful; crushed)
* for nightmares: purslane (a pinch)
* for more powerful brew: ginger (a pinch)

Instructions:
* Bring water to a slow boil.
* Add lavender and stir 21 times, counter-clockwise.
* Add chamomile and let simmer for 20 minutes (potion should be pale, clear, purple with a tint of green, though the green may not always be observable)
* For nightmares: add a pinch of purslane and stir 5 times, counter-clockwise
* For a more powerful brew: add a pinch of ginger and stir 5 times, counter-clockwise

Notes:
*Potion can be stored for up to a month, though it is advisable to brew a fresh batch weekly.

Sidney tries as hard as she can not to giggle at Tibs explanation as to why he go detention. Giggles... "You don't know why you did it? That's strange."

XanaSnape · 01-30-2010, 08:02 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius felt his cheeks flush. Explain? Sometimes, when he thought about it, he couldn't quite explain it to himself.

Turning to face the two girls, he looked down at his shoes. "I.. me and... some other students and I... he stammered, nervous. "We tricked Professor Kazimeriz into coming out of his office so we could drop balloons of swelling solution on him.. and.. and.. " What else were they going to do? "And then I yelled at him in class."

Sufficiently mortified, Tiberius rubbed his right eye with a fist. "But, I still don't know why I did it..." he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

Kazimeriz smirked. "Yes, very good." he said in a low voice to Pryce. "Belligerence, impudence, and any acts of willful disobedience or mayhem are not tolerated in this school and specifically, if I encounter a student who makes such a regrettable choice, that student will come to deeply regret their decision." He eyed the girls, making sure they were listening.

"Now... Mr. Pryce. You and your little delinquent friends have shown a strong aptitude for brewing the swelling solution. Let us see if your skills extend to creating the opposite potion: a shrinking solution. And, as you have also shown that you have no qualms about making another wizard have to resolve a swelling solution while suffering from its effects, I think it only fair that you create your shrinking solution under similar conditions."

He drew out his wand and conjured one of the potions from the cabinets at the back of the lab. Levitating it over Mr. Pryce's head, he charmed the cork out of the bottle and splattered the purple liquid on Tibi's head and hands.

"Swelling solution. You will find it is surprisingly uncomfortable... especially when it causes your fingers to puff up like wee sausages. You will find the ingredients you need in the cupboards. I hope you have as much fun as I did." the old man grinned.

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Originally Posted by Mrs. Weasley

Sidney smiles at the Professor. "Good afternoon, sir. I'm Sidney Marlowe, Hufflepuff first year. I know I shouldn't be brewing a potion since I haven't attended my first class yet, but I've helped my mother brew a variation of this potion before. She's a magical creature healer and brews the Sleeping Draft all the time." Sidney picks up her book and shows Professor Kazimeriz the potion she would like to try brewing:

Kazimeriz smiled. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Marlowe. I do not typically allow first years to brew before the introductory class, however, I see no reason why you should not be able to attempt this very basic potion, as long as you feel confident of your abilities. I do ask that you follow basic safety practices and maintain a clean workstation. I will be watching you and if I feel that you are out of your depth I will ask that you suspend your experiment and clean your workstation." Dealing with Mr. Pryce put him in an uncharacteristically good mood.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-30-2010, 08:23 PM

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Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Kazimeriz smirked. "Yes, very good." he said in a low voice to Pryce. "Belligerence, impudence, and any acts of willful disobedience or mayhem are not tolerated in this school and specifically, if I encounter a student who makes such a regrettable choice, that student will come to deeply regret their decision." He eyed the girls, making sure they were listening.

"Now... Mr. Pryce. You and your little delinquent friends have shown a strong aptitude for brewing the swelling solution. Let us see if your skills extend to creating the opposite potion: a shrinking solution. And, as you have also shown that you have no qualms about making another wizard have to resolve a swelling solution while suffering from its effects, I think it only fair that you create your shrinking solution under similar conditions."

He drew out his wand and conjured one of the potions from the cabinets at the back of the lab. Levitating it over Mr. Pryce's head, he charmed the cork out of the bottle and splattered the purple liquid on Tibi's head and hands.

"Swelling solution. You will find it is surprisingly uncomfortable... especially when it causes your fingers to puff up like wee sausages. You will find the ingredients you need in the cupboards. I hope you have as much fun as I did." the old man grinned.

Though he daren't protest, Tibi was mad. Kazi'd had shrinking solution all prepared. Tibi was going to have to chop things with his swollen hands.

But the anger quickly gave way to panic as Tibi felt himself balloon. Looking up at the professor with fearful eyes, he fought back tears. This feels horrible. He'd already felt terrible about what he'd done and now he felt... sympathy? empathy?... for the old man, on top of it.

Fumbling through his book, his fat fingers clumsy pawing at the pages, he found the recipe for shrinking solution and carefully took note of the ingredients list.

Waddling over to the cabinets, Tibi looked carefully through the glass before attempting to turn anything with his swollen hand. Daisy roots, check. Shrivelfig. check. Caterpillar. Check. Rat spleen. Check. Leech juice. Check.

Shuddering at the thought of having to ingest that, Tibi reached up to open the handle and found himself completely incapable of doing so. His hand was too puffy.

"'offethor 'azehmerith. Ah ant offen eht."

Ugh. His tongue was swollen, too.

XanaSnape · 01-30-2010, 08:55 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Though he daren't protest, Tibi was mad. Kazi'd had shrinking solution all prepared. Tibi was going to have to chop things with his swollen hands.

But the anger quickly gave way to panic as Tibi felt himself balloon. Looking up at the professor with fearful eyes, he fought back tears. This feels horrible. He'd already felt terrible about what he'd done and now he felt... sympathy? empathy?... for the old man, on top of it.

Fumbling through his book, his fat fingers clumsy pawing at the pages, he found the recipe for shrinking solution and carefully took note of the ingredients list.

Waddling over to the cabinets, Tibi looked carefully through the glass before attempting to turn anything with his swollen hand. Daisy roots, check. Shrivelfig. check. Caterpillar. Check. Rat spleen. Check. Leech juice. Check.

Shuddering at the thought of having to ingest that, Tibi reached up to open the handle and found himself completely incapable of doing so. His hand was too puffy.

"'offethor 'azehmerith. Ah ant offen eht."

Ugh. His tongue was swollen, too.

Kazimeriz grinned. "Oh, dear..." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I do not believe I can understand a word you are saying. It is so troublesome when one's tongue is too swollen to speak clearly... Reminds me of a time when I was a victim of a nasty prank, and had to ask a fellow professor for help retrieving an antidote to swelling sol-- but you would not be interested in my anecdotes at a time like this, I am certain. Whatever shall we do? Perhaps if you communicated in writing..." He offered the boy a very thin, wispy quill, setting it down with a piece of thin parchment on the desk. Let him try to pick THAT up with those fingers, so swollen that they could not bend with any dexterity whatsoever. He leaned back on his desk again, smiling smugly at the lad.

He would rue the day he pulled a prank at Kazimeriz's expense.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-30-2010, 09:08 PM

Tiberius would not let the man see him cry. No no no. He took a deep breath as the man taunted him and then turned.

Once again waddling, Tiberius made his way to the desk and eyed the quill. He placed his hand down over it, trying to get his fingers around it. To no luck. Furrowing his brow - which made hilariously pudgy rolls on his forehead -- he tired again.

No success. Pursing his fat lips, he had an idea. Placing one hand just under the edge of the desk, he used his other hand to push the quill of the desk and into his palm. He closed his fingers around it in a fist as a small child might, and raised it up.

Take THAT.

Dipping it in the ink, he began to scrawl on the parchment. I and the parchment tore. Ok. Tiberius needed to be more careful. can't. The scrawl was barely legible. o.

And then the quill snapped in his hand.

XanaSnape · 01-30-2010, 09:12 PM

A glint of something -- cruel satisfaction? Or maybe something else... perhaps even pride in the student's resilience? -- shone in Professor Kazimeriz's eye as he quietly cast reparo on the quill, then leaned back against the desk once more. "Go on." he said quietly.

Ah, nothing was so satisfying as imparting a life lesson.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-30-2010, 09:29 PM

Tiberius closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths as Kazimeriz repaired the quill. In that moment he came to a decision.

He was going to do the without help if he could.

Placing the quill on the desk, he stepped away from it. "Ahl fig-ur eht ow aisef" he mumbled defiantly before tottering back to the cabinet. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but after this, he didn't want the man's help.

Scrutinizing the handle, he wondered how, if he couldn't get his hands around it, he could open it. He reached up with one finger from each hand and tried that way. No luck.

Stepping back, he peered at it again when he was struck by brilliance. His lips were not nearly as swollen as his fingers and.. well, teeth didn't swell. His mum would be mad - she was always telling him not to do stuff like this - but he had to. Taking a deep breath and trying not to think about all the gross stuff that could possibly be on the handle, Tiberius leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the handle and used his teeth to finally get the door open.

As he pulled his face back, and thus the door to the cabinet, Tiberius felt oddly satisfied. Though, he was pretty sure that Kazimeriz would not be impressed. Tiberius would need to remember to clean that cabinet after he wasn't swollen.

Tiberius gathered his ingredients carefully, fumbling but managing to not drop them, before heading back to his work station, not daring to meet Kazi's eyes.

XanaSnape · 01-30-2010, 09:58 PM

Kazimeriz observed the boy in silence dispassionately, his arms still crossed across his chest and still leaning on the desk.

He raised an eyebrow as Pryce opened the cabinet in an unorthodox fashion, but still said nothing... silently contemplating what he observed.

And he spoke not one word, moved not a single muscle, as he watched Pryce head to a workstation.

Yet, something new was in his eyes as he watched the boy.

01-30-2010, 10:13 PM

Stepping through the doorway, JD sighs, he was determined to figure out that potion from last term. It was supposed to be sooooo easy, but he just co...

Looking into the room, he looks stunned, as he sees a student, a very puffy student that is, attempting to get supplies for a potion. With the professor standing right there watching him do so. Is that Tibi? he wonders, squinting towards the student.

Shrugging his shoulders, JD figures he better mind his own business, especially with the professor standing right there.

Moving toward a workstation, he puts his bag down, takes out his potions book, and opens it to the Hair Raising Potion.

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Hair-raising Potion

Ingredients:
water (500mL)
algae (10 g)
dirt (10 g)
grass (20, 6 inch blades)
rat tails (5, sliced)
earthworms (5, sliced)
peanut butter (5 tablespoons)

Instructions:
* set water to boil
* add algae then, 1 tablespoon of peanut butter and stir 20 times, clockwise
* add dirt then, 1 tablespoon of peanut butter and stir 20 times, clockwise
* add grass then, 1 tablespoon of peanut butter and stir 20 times, clockwise
* allow to boil for 10 minutes
* add rat tails then, 1 tablespoon of peanut butter and stir 20 times, clockwise
* add earthworms then, 1 tablespoon of peanut butter and stir 20 times, clockwise
* allow to boil for 10 minutes

Notes:
You must allow the potion to cool before applying. Do NOT ingest.

Once he figured out what he needed he headed to the student cupboard for supplies.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-30-2010, 10:32 PM

Tiberius stood next to the workstation, wary of sitting in his currently inflated state. Gingerly placing the ingredients on the table, Tiberius was grateful he'd grabbed a little more than he'd need. He had a feeling he might need them once it came to trying to cut things.

Pushing them to the other side of the table - he would get to them later - he thought it was best to try some of the messier difficult stuff before he could ruin everything. So his station wasn't set up, keeping his cauldron safe and clean for the moment, as he pick up a flask to hold the water he would need.

Fumbling for his wand, Tibi's heart raced. With his tongue swollen, would he be able to conjure the water he needed?

Turning his body away from the station, he held the flask in one hand and his wand in the other, aiming for the opening as he would during a normal class. But this was not a normal class.

"A-wa-men-thi" he tried to say confidently. But instead of the gentle stream of water he was accustomed to, a violent spray of... something spurted out of his wand and across the room.

Was that.. pumpkin juice?

Or mud?

01-30-2010, 10:41 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius stood next to the workstation, wary of sitting in his currently inflated state. Gingerly placing the ingredients on the table, Tiberius was grateful he'd grabbed a little more than he'd need. He had a feeling he might need them once it came to trying to cut things.

Pushing them to the other side of the table - he would get to them later - he thought it was best to try some of the messier difficult stuff before he could ruin everything. So his station wasn't set up, keeping his cauldron safe and clean for the moment, as he pick up a flask to hold the water he would need.

Fumbling for his wand, Tibi's heart raced. With his tongue swollen, would he be able to conjure the water he needed?

Turning his body away from the station, he held the flask in one hand and his wand in the other, aiming for the opening as he would during a normal class. But this was not a normal class.

"A-wa-men-thi" he tried to say confidently. But instead of the gentle stream of water he was accustomed to, a violent spray of... something spurted out of his wand and across the room.

Was that.. pumpkin juice?

Or mud?

Having got the supplies he'd need...algae and rat tails, JD heads back to his cauldron. Placing the supplies he had grabbed on the table before him, he bends down to pull out the dirt, and grass. As he stands up he pulls out the earthworm jar as well.

Finally standing up he gets hit smack in the face with something very wet. Sputtering, he places the earthworms, dirt and grass on the table as well. Wiping it out of his eyes, he sees that all his things are covered in something...

Sighing again, he looks around, yep, it looked like it was going to be that kind of day. Pulling out his wand, he starts to syphon everything off, but then remembers the last time he tried that.

Reaching down he pulls out a few rags, he learned he better keep with him.

XanaSnape · 01-31-2010, 12:05 AM

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Stepping through the doorway, JD sighs, he was determined to figure out that potion from last term. It was supposed to be sooooo easy, but he just co...

Looking into the room, he looks stunned, as he sees a student, a very puffy student that is, attempting to get supplies for a potion. With the professor standing right there watching him do so. Is that Tibi? he wonders, squinting towards the student.

Shrugging his shoulders, JD figures he better mind his own business, especially with the professor standing right there.

Moving toward a workstation, he puts his bag down, takes out his potions book, and opens it to the Hair Raising Potion.

Once he figured out what he needed he headed to the student cupboard for supplies.

Kazimeriz nodded in greeting to the young student who came in. "Good afternoon. Please ensure that you adhere to proper safety and cleanliness protocols while in the lab. What is it that you plan to brew today?" he said pleasantly.

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Tiberius stood next to the workstation, wary of sitting in his currently inflated state. Gingerly placing the ingredients on the table, Tiberius was grateful he'd grabbed a little more than he'd need. He had a feeling he might need them once it came to trying to cut things.

Pushing them to the other side of the table - he would get to them later - he thought it was best to try some of the messier difficult stuff before he could ruin everything. So his station wasn't set up, keeping his cauldron safe and clean for the moment, as he pick up a flask to hold the water he would need.

Fumbling for his wand, Tibi's heart raced. With his tongue swollen, would he be able to conjure the water he needed?

Turning his body away from the station, he held the flask in one hand and his wand in the other, aiming for the opening as he would during a normal class. But this was not a normal class.

"A-wa-men-thi" he tried to say confidently. But instead of the gentle stream of water he was accustomed to, a violent spray of... something spurted out of his wand and across the room.

Was that.. pumpkin juice?

Or mud?

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Having got the supplies he'd need...algae and rat tails, JD heads back to his cauldron. Placing the supplies he had grabbed on the table before him, he bends down to pull out the dirt, and grass. As he stands up he pulls out the earthworm jar as well.

Finally standing up he gets hit smack in the face with something very wet. Sputtering, he places the earthworms, dirt and grass on the table as well. Wiping it out of his eyes, he sees that all his things are covered in something...

Sighing again, he looks around, yep, it looked like it was going to be that kind of day. Pulling out his wand, he starts to syphon everything off, but then remembers the last time he tried that.

Reaching down he pulls out a few rags, he learned he better keep with him.

Kazimeriz's eyes sparkled with amusement as he pursed his lips with disdain. "Pryce!" he hissed, walking over to the student. "It's no use trying to cast using that hole in your face; it's out of commission. You need a nonverbal. Now, focus and try it again, and this time when you cast, put your whole arm into the motion and concentrate all your energy on one thing: aguamenti. Water." He watched, nodding once in encouragement.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-31-2010, 12:44 AM

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Kazimeriz's eyes sparkled with amusement as he pursed his lips with disdain. "Pryce!" he hissed, walking over to the student. "It's no use trying to cast using that hole in your face; it's out of commission. You need a nonverbal. Now, focus and try it again, and this time when you cast, put your whole arm into the motion and concentrate all your energy on one thing: aguamenti. Water." He watched, nodding once in encouragement.

Tibi looked at the mess he'd made in horror and was about to help JD clean, well, as best he could, when Kazimeriz's voice stopped him in his tracks.

Wide-eyed as the man came over, Tiberius knew the man must be insane. A non-verbal? He was twelve. But one look at the man's face told Tibi that this was no joke.

Gripping his wand in his fat, fat hands, he was aware that in his swollen state, his wand no longer felt too big and unwieldy. He nodded to Kazimeriz signaling that he understood.

Concentrating, eyes closed, Tiberius repeated the incantation over and over and over in his head as he moved his wand. Opening them he saw... nothing.

Frowning. he took a deep breath and tried again. He imagined filling the flask; he squeezed his eyes shut in concentration. Water. He had to make water. Once again, he made the required wand movement.

And once again, nothing. Looking up at Professor Kazimeriz, he shook his head. This wasn't gonna happen.

XanaSnape · 01-31-2010, 12:50 AM

The old man chuckled, now clearly amused. "Most wizards cannot produce nonverbals at your age, but it never hurts to learn the methodology and to make an attempt. Practice it regularly; one day it will come. In the meantime, there is a sink at the back of the lab, Mr. Pryce." he gestured to the small sink waaaaay at the back of the room. "You will find a bucket back there as well." Yes indeedy, he was going to make him do it the hard way, all by himself.

01-31-2010, 01:12 AM

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Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Kazimeriz nodded in greeting to the young student who came in. "Good afternoon. Please ensure that you adhere to proper safety and cleanliness protocols while in the lab. What is it that you plan to brew today?" he said pleasantly.

Kazimeriz's eyes sparkled with amusement as he pursed his lips with disdain. "Pryce!" he hissed, walking over to the student. "It's no use trying to cast using that hole in your face; it's out of commission. You need a nonverbal. Now, focus and try it again, and this time when you cast, put your whole arm into the motion and concentrate all your energy on one thing: aguamenti. Water." He watched, nodding once in encouragement.

Looking up from his cleaning up whatever that stuff was. It smelled like a putrid pumpkin juice. Making a face, he attempts to wipe his face off. He definitely was heading to the showers after this...

"Ummm, I was planning on trying to make a successful hair raising potion. I wasn't too successful last term..." he adds remembering the chunky potion he had made last term.

AmbiguouslyMe · 01-31-2010, 02:23 AM

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The old man chuckled, now clearly amused. "Most wizards cannot produce nonverbals at your age, but it never hurts to learn the methodology and to make an attempt. Practice it regularly; one day it will come. In the meantime, there is a sink at the back of the lab, Mr. Pryce." he gestured to the small sink waaaaay at the back of the room. "You will find a bucket back there as well." Yes indeedy, he was going to make him do it the hard way, all by himself.

Chuckling? Chuckling? When had this gone from swollen-torture to a friendly lesson?

Tiberius was... confused.

Nodding in that confusion, he waddled toward the back where there was a sink. He was grateful that he wasn't going to have to run to the bathroom for water. Reaching the sink, he again had the problem of the fat hands. Balling one into a fist, he banged on the handle until water began to flow. Grabbing the bucket, he filled it a few inches so that when he inevitably spilled some, there'd be more.

Punching the handle again, he shut the water. His hands were starting to really hurt from all the jabbing and all that. Clumsily grabbing the bucket, he sloshed back to the table, water occasionally splashing to the ground.

Resting the bucket on the workstation, Tiberius set up his cauldron and fumbled awkwardly with the burner. Puffy. Puffy, swollen and uncomfortable.

A fire finally started under his cauldron, Tiberius dipped a flask in the bucket, once, twice, three times, measuring out the 500mL and pouring it into the cauldron to get it boiling.

Now for the rest of it. Tiberius looked up at Kazimeriz just to see where the man was at.

Mrs. Weasley · 01-31-2010, 05:56 AM

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Kazimeriz smirked. "Yes, very good." he said in a low voice to Pryce. "Belligerence, impudence, and any acts of willful disobedience or mayhem are not tolerated in this school and specifically, if I encounter a student who makes such a regrettable choice, that student will come to deeply regret their decision." He eyed the girls, making sure they were listening.

"Now... Mr. Pryce. You and your little delinquent friends have shown a strong aptitude for brewing the swelling solution. Let us see if your skills extend to creating the opposite potion: a shrinking solution. And, as you have also shown that you have no qualms about making another wizard have to resolve a swelling solution while suffering from its effects, I think it only fair that you create your shrinking solution under similar conditions."

He drew out his wand and conjured one of the potions from the cabinets at the back of the lab. Levitating it over Mr. Pryce's head, he charmed the cork out of the bottle and splattered the purple liquid on Tibi's head and hands.

"Swelling solution. You will find it is surprisingly uncomfortable... especially when it causes your fingers to puff up like wee sausages. You will find the ingredients you need in the cupboards. I hope you have as much fun as I did." the old man grinned.

Kazimeriz smiled. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Marlowe. I do not typically allow first years to brew before the introductory class, however, I see no reason why you should not be able to attempt this very basic potion, as long as you feel confident of your abilities. I do ask that you follow basic safety practices and maintain a clean workstation. I will be watching you and if I feel that you are out of your depth I will ask that you suspend your experiment and clean your workstation." Dealing with Mr. Pryce put him in an uncharacteristically good mood.

Sidney listens to Professor Kazimeriz's directions to her and Tib. She finds it hard to believe that students would pull such a terrible stunt on a professor. Things sure were bad last term. I hope it doesn't continue this term too. "Thank you sir, I will remember to follow proper procedures for brewing a potion." Sidney pulls her potion supplies out of her school bag. First her caudron and stand, then her mortar and pestal.

Sidney then reads the potion directions carefully.

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Basic Sleeping Draft
(Lesson 1.2)

Use/Effect:
The basic sleeping draft is to be used before bedtime in order to aid in sleeping. However, it should not be used longer than a week or two or one may start falling asleep at odd times of the day.

Ingredients:
* water (500mL)
* lavender (a pinch; crushed)
* chamomile (a handful; crushed)
* for nightmares: purslane (a pinch)
* for more powerful brew: ginger (a pinch)

Instructions:
* Bring water to a slow boil.
* Add lavender and stir 21 times, counter-clockwise.
* Add chamomile and let simmer for 20 minutes (potion should be pale, clear, purple with a tint of green, though the green may not always be observable)
* For nightmares: add a pinch of purslane and stir 5 times, counter-clockwise
* For a more powerful brew: add a pinch of ginger and stir 5 times, counter-clockwise

Notes:
*Potion can be stored for up to a month, though it is advisable to brew a fresh batch weekly.

I will of course need my cauldron and mortar and pestal to grind the leaves. The ingredients... I don't think lavender, ginger, chamomile, and puslane are going to be in my potion kit. I don't think those are standard potiong ingredients. Mom always had big jars of them in her office. Before she goes and gets her ingredients, Sidney examines her cauldron and mortar and pestal. I haven't used them since dad bought them. I probably should wash them first. I don't want dust and other things that could have settled in them contaminating my potion. Cleanliness is an important rule in potion making. Sidney places her mortar and pestal inside her cauldron. She carries them over to the sink. Sidney then squirts some washing solution into the cauldron and fills it with hot water. She place her mortar and pestal in it and washes everthing carefully. Sidney then empties the soapy water into the sink. She rinses everthing until the water runs clear. Sidney then dries everything and carries her cauldron and then the mortar and pestal back to her work space. She does not place the mortar in her cauldron. Sidney does not want the mortar contaminating her clean cauldorn.

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