Cedric practically tiptoed down the dungeon's hallway and stopped in front of the wicked Potions Professor's office. He took a deep breath as he put down the basket which contained the yummy cupcakes.

Yep, you guessed it right. Ced's giving her his cupcakes. And don't ya dare think that he has a crush or something on the Potions professor! He would sort of.... punish her? He knew that his cupcakes weren't that good, it were terribly flavoured and he had accidentally put too much sugar and turmeric in it. And he'd be really happy if the Lafay woman would eat it or even taste the cupcake.

Anyway--aside from the sheer fact that the cupcakes were terrible--he or er, his bestfriend and partners-in-crime, Miranda, had put something in the cupcake while they were preparing it. A be-nicer potion, that is.

After putting down the basket, he knocked three times... and ran away. Evil!smirk.

Hecate stepped out of her office and looked down... children were shorter than her she might miss one if she didn't. A basket of sweets... left at her door. Mhmmm. Any kids who was giving her sweets would have stayed to receive praise or kudos... but whoever dropped these off, did not want to be known. Poisoned? Maybe... She would test them for poisons and maybe have a house elf eat a couple. Then she'd take her findings to the headmaster. So she disappeared behind the door with the basket in hand.

Matheu overheard the conversation that had recently occured in the office. Appearantly he wasn't the only one working on a project. And the worst of it, the potions woman was pure evil! Snappy, rude...a complete viper! She must've been Slytherin at one point in her life. If not, the Sorting Hat made a mistake.
Anyways, he would have to be firm to this woman. Granted, he might not get far because he's a Third Year.....what if he could get a letter from Kazimeriz? That might help. If he survives this.
Matheu walked into Professor Lafay's office with his portfolio in hand, walked striaght and pronounced, with his curly hair out of his eyes. He made sure he had his annotated text before he left the common room. His portoflio and red bound annotated potions text under his arm, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"Professor?"Matheu asked, calmly and confidently. She fed off fear and weakness -- obviously. "I'm Matheu Rihverr, and Professor Kazimeriz and I were working on a project prior to term starting. I was hoping that you could help me finish my project?"

What was this with all these kids and special projects! Was she not going to be able to work on her own potions?!? "MERLIN!" She growled putting her hands through her hair. "Fine! Yes, alright... Wait... no... I can't commit until I know what project is... so? What are you just standing there like a log? What is it?"

Granted she yelled, but at least she said she would. At least, he thought she would. Matheu took a breath of releif and decided to speak.
"Generate a potion that mimics the magic of a Metamorphamangus. Key ingredient being Metamagi blood. Subject of the potion would be a mundane plant so that the magical properties of the plant and the potion won't bounce off each other. The main purpose is to generate a potion that can complete alter a mundane plants DNA structure: look, smell, feel, everything.." He figured that was concise enough for the viper to comprehend. Not doubting her intelligence at all! But short and sweet. He opened his portfolio and withdrew some documents. "I have sketched up possible reactions, some rather unpleasant. I have also formulated chemcial reaction formulas that could help with determining ingredients." Was that good enough? Logs can talk; and when they do, they talk in short sweet sentences to not be cut down.

Hecate looked at the papers and then looked up at the kid. "You realize that's a dark potion..." She said shoving the papers back to him. "Animagi blood is only found at Knockturn Alley..." She said standing and making her way to a locked cabinet, and unlocking it, she retrieved a vial. "And some other places." She put it back into the cabinet and locked it back up again.

"Very well..." She said turning to the student, "I'll agree to help."

Dark potion....not so quiet. But hey! She agreed!
However she said Animagi blood; he said Metamagi blood. Is there a difference?
He retrieved his papers back, knowing that she could careless about them.
Then he asked:
What is the difference between Animagi blood and Metamagi blood?

ooc: User mistake... sorry.

"Yes." She said sitting back down. "Big differences. But for the potion you wish to brew, both are required."

Matheu was taking mental notes of this. If he managed to survive another ten minutes or so, he would probably have his entire ingredient list.
"What other ingredients would supplement the affects of both blood specimens?" He figured he wouldn't get the direct answer about the differences now, so he would go into the library and check on it."And how could they be aqquired?" While he would there in the library, he might as well look up principal brewing timing and directions.

"Isn't that for you to figure out?" She said curtly. "I won't give you all the answers. You cannot become a good potioneer if you just follow a list. You need research." She said and walked to the door, opening it. "I said I would help, not do it for you."

Biting his tongue, Matheu just smiled and nodded. This viper needs to be fixed. Did he really expect her to give him some hint? Of course not! Because she isn't like that. This is going to be such fun!

"Thank you for you time, Professor Lafay," Matheu said politely, and with a hint of annoyance. He gathered himself, and walked through the door that the Queen of Hearts so gladly opened for him.

Really... children were so ungrateful... You agree to help, and then they get annoyed you don't do their work for them...

"Next." She said to the kid in the hallway.

Justin walked nervously inside the office. "I didn't actually want to see you. I just did a knock-a-door-run and basically wasted your time" he said kind of nervously. He was sure he was going to be in trouble for wasting Lafay's time. He also had an attitude rearing to be released. This seemed like the perfect time. "And just for the record, what possessed you to come to such a lame school?" he asked giving the question a bit of attitude.

She rolled her eyes. "Well... at least you were honest." She sat at her desk and took parchment out and scribbled something down. "I came here to teach. There are some horrible potioneers out there. I want you kids to succeed at creating good potions... " She said. "You may leave." and she whisked her wand to make her door open.

Justin rolled his eyes. "So in other words you think you're the best potioneer out there" he replied. That was pretty wierd. A professor thinking so highly of herself seemed kind of.......pathetic. "I've met better potioneers than you, trust me" he quickly added. How had he not got in trouble?

Hecate put down her quill and leaned back in her chair steepleling her fingers. She looked at the boy and said "Why are you trying to get detention, young man?" He was going out of his way to be rude... was his girlfriend in detention? She saw that a lot during her Head Girl year. Kids trying to get detention to spend time with their significant other.

Justin narrowed his eyes. "Who said I'm trying to get detention? I just don't see the point in the school choosing you when there are other great potioneers out there too" he said backing down from his attempt to get detention. It didn't seem to be working one bit. "And for the record, my girlfriend isn't in detention, my arch enemy is" he added knwoing what people though when a sutdent tried to get detention intentionally.

Hecate gave a closed mouth nasal laugh. "Out of my office." She said shaking her head. "You are just going to have to wait for your 'arch enemy' to come out of detention. And in the future... don't be so obvious." She said and winked at him. Ok... THIS one, she liked.

"Next!"

Justin smiled hesitantly and walked out the office door. Well that was interesting. "Thanks for nothing time waster" he whispered to himself.

Okay. Hopefully that kid that went in before she did didn't make the Professor, angrier, than normal. Because really, being set on fire once this year was enough.

Walking into the room, the Slytherin took a quick peak around, still holding onto the plate of cupcakes with a death grip before her hazel eyes landed on the Professor. This was definitely scarier than visiting Kazi the year before.

"Hello, Professor Lafay." she said quietly, her nerves overtaking her more than anything. Ack! She had to get a grip on herself! She was Evelyn Flores for Merlin's sake! "I don't know if you remember me from potions class," Yea, she was one of the people she had set on fire and NOT Salazar, "But umm..." How in the world did one give someone something? Especially if that person, was slightly intimidating.

"In Charms, we made cupcakes. And we have to give them to someone." she started, taking a tiny step more into the room. "So, I decided perhaps I'll give half of them...to you...since my friend is giving the other half to someone else. It's more like an apology on my part though. For...doubting your teaching methods in class. And correcting you about my name." She may have not said it aloud, but it was noticeable that she hadn't approved of the Professor's actions.

And she still didn't. Ever.

"Did I not just call you Flores, just now?" She said and went to sit behind the desk. She filed the previous piece of parchment and then pulled another out. "I'm not daft... I merely misread the attendance log." She eyed the cupcakes and then looked at the ones on the cabinet she'd gotten by the kid who didn't bother leaving a note...

"Charms you say... hardly a cooking class. Do tell Miss Flores, what charm have you put on these cupcakes?"

Oh no... "Yyes, you did." she almost stuttered out, fearing that this was turning out not according to plan. Well, whatever her plan was.

But, she confessed! She misread the attendance log. And, Evelyn got in trouble for correcting her. So, wait, the Professor was saying it was alright that she corrected her? Or... ugh. It was best to just not dwell on the matter.

"Well, we didn't actually put charms on the food. The cupcakes themselves are perfectly fine." she said, holding up the plate of cupcakes slightly. She didn't miss the glance to the side that the Professor made though. More cupcakes. Drat! Someone got here before she did. "We charmed the utensils that we cooked with to help either levitate the bowls or make the whisks stir by themselves. Stuff like that."

She smiled. "You can leave them on the cabinet over there. I'll have one later." She said... Sure she'll have one... after she tested it... Hecate grew up not trusting her own parents, she was not going to trust a student.

"Sit." She said gesturing to the chair in front of her. "Show me where you got burned." She asked trying not to sound short.

Oh my Merlin. The Professor smiled. Like, really. A genuine smile. Unless she was just a good actress.

Hesitant for just a moment, she walked over to the cabinet and placed the cupcakes gently next to the others. Pfft. Hers were so much prettier. And probably better tasting too. She never tried Angel Food cake, but it sounded okay.

Smiling, she turned around, expecting to be excused, but was surprised to hear that she was being told to sit down and...show the professor where she was burned? The Professor wasn't going to burn her AGAIN was she? But, not wanting to go against a Professor's orders, or waste her time for that matter, Evelyn quickly walked to the seat and sat down, noting how uncomfortable it was. Not that she really cared.

Staring at the Professor for a moment, quite unsure of what was going on, the Slytherin tugged up her left sleeve, revealing the slight pinkish tone of skin on top of her slightly tan arm that stood out against the rest, indicating where the newly healed burn had been.

Of course, Evelyn still hadn't forgotten that the Professor owed her a new jacket...

"Looks good..." She said running a hand over the pink skin. Hecate had the softest hands imaginable, they felt like rose petals and silk. "Would you like a cup of tea, Miss Flores?" she asked as she waved her wand and poured herself one. "I was told last term was a trying term..."