Evelyn was...quick, in a sense. Well, she was fast getting to the common room and grabbing all her things that she'd need, but, slightly slow in getting back to the potions laboratory. Sure, it wasn't all that far away, but really...she wasn't going to run.

What was the worst that could happen? She was a minute late? Pfft.

Not to mention she was lugging this potion kit and cauldron around, so she had a pretty good excuse to be slow. There. Cauldron on counter, kit to the side, potions notebook open, pencil ready...aand, now to start cleaning the stuff.

Bleh. Cleaning.

Eino entered the laboratory with his homework assignment in hand, and a potions book for beginners. It can't be that hard to come up with a potion that makes me throw up... Just throw a bunch of gross looking ingredients in, stir it up, and call it a day. He thought as he took a set of materials he would need for his project. "Let's see..." He said as began by opening his book and searching for anything puke related. He didn't find anything directly related to it, but had found something, which didn't seem like a dangerous herb to use so he added it to his tentative ingredient list. He continued until he had enough, then he proceeded to warm them up and stir them, hoping for a successful result. When he was done, he cleaned up the place and left it just as he had found it. As he exited the laboratory he wondered if his pastille would work and he somewhat wished it wouldn't.

"Miss Flores." She said still having NOT BEEN ACTUALLY TOLD of the name switch (lol) "Start off with a water base... once it boils you should add a cup of valerian root, and half a cup of Kava Kava..." That was the easy part...

She watched the child and nodded to him. She could tell what he was doing. He would call her if he needed assistance.

Eep! When did the Professor get here? Jumping slightly as she finished cleaning, Evelyn glanced around until she spotted the professor.

Flores. Obviously the Slytherin had yet to say anything about that, and she was beginning to remember why. However, this time, the Professor didn't make the mistake. She herself did.

"Umm, Professor...about my last name..." Clearing her throat, she filled the bottom of her cauldron with water using the 'Aguamenti' spell before lighting a flame underneath with incendio. She was getting good with the whole 'not letting the flame get out of control because fire was so pretty and the best thing in the world' thing. "It's...well it changed over the summer. I mean, not legally...yet... but, I'd rather not be called by Flores. Instead...Shepard."

Breathe. In and out. Boil water! Dangit.

Hecate eyed the girl. Hmmm There are sooo many snide comments she could make... but she didn't. "Very well, then. Miss Shepard. It will be hard calling you in class, what with there already being a Shepard there..." She said and pulled out a box of ingredients. "Lets get a couple of things straight. The first ten times you brew this potion you will brew it with me. If brewed incorrectly... well... you will not brew it incorrectly." She took out a black colored berry and showed it to the girl. "This is highly highly toxic. It is deadly nightshade, or Belladonna. Now watch carefully as I'm doing this only once." She took her gold earring out, cleaned it and pierced the berry, leaving a drop of it's juice on the gold needle part. She then set the berry on fire, burning off any juice that trickled on her skin. She then held the earring over Evelyn's cauldron and waited until the drop fell into it. She burned off the excess from the earring, re-cleaned it and put it back into her ear. "Only 18 carat gold is used. And the drop of juice should not have touched anything but the gold. This is important Miss Shepard. And you do not want to have any of the juice or berry on you or around you."

Yeeaaa, she knew that already, but she figured soon enough they’d (meaning her and Destiny) would find some way to tell who the Professor was actually calling on eventually.

And, it seems that the professor finally got angry. Well, Evelyn was expecting….it….hmm? Or, maybe not. Blinking a few times, the Slytherin stared at the potions Professor as she was instructed on…who she was brewing this potion with and how many times she will. Glancing down towards her cauldron, she noticed the water was finally boiling. Still listening, out of the corner of her eye she saw the berry that was being showed, all the while adding in the cup of valerian root and half a cup of the kava kava. Why did these things have such weird names?

Her hand slowly lowered the measuring cup as Lafay took out one of her earrings and, pierced the berry? Hehehehe, they get to burn berries. However, that gold piece of information did not suit her well. "What if I don't have anything 18 karat gold?"

No, she did not want to repeat what she just said. Ever.

Hecate turned to the girl and glared. "Then you get some. If you do not have the correct tools, you do not make the potion. There is only one way to make this potion, make it any different and you may not be able to take any other." She said and drew out a leaf. "This is devil's weed... you will need to slice it open on the vein. If you miss, you will need to start over." She put down a few leaves. "Go ahead, use your silver knife."

Well duh! She was expecting more of 'I have something you can borrow until you get something of your own' speech unlike the 'get something or suffer the consequences' one she got. Glare included. Yea, she'll dig up her non-existent money to go buy something.

"Fine. I'll find something." Pfft.

With her patient mood dwindling by the minute, the Slytherin sat quite still and stared at the leaf. Devil's...weed? For real? The vein wasn't that small, but seeing how many the professor put down on her table, Evelyn supposed that she thought the Slytherin was going to miss. Quite a few times. Unless, there is supposed to be more then one going into the potion. Taking deep calming breathes, the fourth year picked up her silver knife, cleaned it (of course) and bent over the leaf so her focus could go no other place then the devil leaf itself.

Slicing the tip of the knife through the vein was the almost simple part, but doing it under Lafay's watch was making her nervous. She was the only student this time, so no one could distract her elsewhere. Mentally stressful, it was.

"This one isn't cut right..." She said taking one of the leaves she had cut incorrectly and giving her new ones. "They need to be precise." She said.

...

She KNEW that. Evelyn could see her mistake, though hated that it was pointed out. Sighing in frustration, she sat up and leaned back, staring at the new leaf in front of her. With a quick glance towards the professor, a rather fake small smile on her face, the Slytherin leaned slightly back over, the scowl soon appearing once more.

"Could concentrate better if you weren't staring." Mmhmm she said it. Alright. Deep breathes! Calm was good. Now, to start on the leaf.

Sloooooow cut.

"Don't do that." Hecate said raising an eyebrow. "Give me the respect I deserve, by not faking a smile when I know you are frustrated," She said curtly. "And don't try to tell me you aren't frustrated, I was in your shoes once." She told the girl.

Hecate did not move and watched her cut. "Toss them into the cauldron." Taking another ingredient out of the box she handed it to her. "These seeds are from a plant called Poison Hemlock or Devil's porridge. I want you to dip your pestle in the cauldron, shake it a bit, so it's just wet and not dripping, and crush the seeds into a mush."

She expected her to create a real smile when she was frustrated? Did she even know how frustrating that was? However, she snapped her mouth closed, the defensive 'I'm not frustrated' speech already forming at the tip of her tongue. It's like the Professor could read minds.

Placing the devil's weed into the cauldron, her black eyes glanced towards the seeds that were given her. Hmm? Picking one up to eye level, Evelyn suddenly dropped it and froze in place. Poison Hemlock? Brilliant. Something was telling her that she was supposed to be wearing gloves. Quickly doing so, she did as she was told with wetting the pestle just a tad and crushing the seeds into a mush.

The silence, while nice in the classroom, was rather deafening in here. They could both multitask right? "Why did you becoming a potions mistress then? If it was so frustrating."

"Frustration goes away once you begin to figure out you know what you are doing..." Hecate said watching her. "My professor believed in me, and introduced me to the potioneer whom I apprenticed for..." And later married. "I had wanted to be a professional quidditch player. I was a very good beater." She said and shrugged. "That's good." She said of the mush in her mortar. "Add that in... we have one last ingredient." She pulled out a poppy flower. "Goggles please." She said not putting them on herself. "I'm use to this... you aren't."

Paying attention to what was being said as she continued to crush the seeds, for a moment, she had to keep the small laugh down at the mention of Lafay being a rather good beater. Amazingly, it did not surprise the girl; however she didn’t know whether or not to be anxious of that fact. Lafay…being a good beater? Well, she did say 'was a good beater'. Things can change right?

Realizing that she had stopped mashing up the seeds, Evelyn blinked rapidly a few times before nodding her head. Right, potion. Brewing. Goggles. Adding in the mushed up seeds to the cauldron, Evelyn shifted through her bad, taking out her own goggles and sliding it on her face, over her eyes. Slightly new design to them, but they worked just the same. At least they weren't dorky looking anymore.

Hmm a poppy flower? Certainly looked like one. "Does it matter what color the flower is?" Kinda like how only some ingredients should be used when picked at the right time or...something.

"Good question, red poppies are the most potent. We use red." She said and handed her the poppy. "Just drop it on the top, let the potion wilt it on it's own and it will sink to the bottom of the cauldron. The last step is your incantation. You will move the wand in a semicircle motion, this about a dream you've recently had and say Sopororis..." She instructed. "Then strain it and we have some new potion." She said and smirked.

Red poppies. Alright then. Writing that quickly down in her notes, underlining red a few times to make sure she understood that later on, the Slytherin placed down her pencil and took the flower.

So...just...drop it in? Letting the flower fall gently to the top of the mixture, she stared at it for a moment until it began to wilt. Huh.

Leaning back to her sitting position and regular posture, Evelyn took off her gloves and laid them to the side before taking out her dark colored wand. Righto. At least this part she knew she couldn't mess up- Seriously? Could Lafay give her a more complicated tongue twister spell then that?! "Sopororrr...oris." Sopororororis. Really. Just...

"Does it need to specifically be a good or bad dream?" Or an in-between one.

"Sopororis." Hecate said to the girl. "Try it again. Say the incantation, before you perform the spell so you can get the word right." She rolled her eyes. "Any dream will do. It's the act of the dream, not the actual dream, that is important."

Pfft, she didn’t perform the spell. Yet. The rolling of the eyes probably prevented the Professor from noticing that. Hehe. "Sopor-or-is." Sounding it out was good. If she just said it really slow, then she could get it. Even if it did make her sound a bit special. Eh.

Continuing to mumble the word quietly to at least get it right and up to speed, the Slytherin tried to think of any dream that she had, even if it didn’t matter which dream she was thinking about. Hmm, that one about the dragon could be good enough. Wait, what was she saying? DUH! Of course it was good enough. Dragons! Hellooooo. "Sopororis." She said with the semi-circle wand motion.

Sitting up straight, the girl peered into the cauldron. "Is that it?"

Hecate looked and nodded. "Strain it, bottle it, and I will test a dose tonight before you do... Just as a precaution... Though I'm certain it was brewed correctly. You have good instincts when it comes to potions..." She said complementing the girl in a way...

She’ll test a dose tonight? Good idea. While Evelyn was confident in her potion making, it wasn’t enough to try her own potion really. Best let the professor do it.

…Was that…a compliment? From Lafay? Staring at the Professor for a moment with a rather blank expression, Evelyn nodded slowly before going to strain the potion in a container. "Thank...you." That was weird. Maybe she ate something funny before coming to the laboratory. "There. Strained, bottled and ready to be tested."

And now that she had her notes on how the potion was made, the Slytherin was definitely in a better mood now than she was before. Except, the fact that she had to be watched when making the potion the next few times. That…wasn't so exciting.

"Good, if I'm alive in the morning, I'll owl the potion to your room." She smirked and then shrugged. "You're dismissed, or, if you chose to practice more, you are welcome to stay."

Huh. Evelyn couldn't decide if that was funny or not. Unintentionally poison someone? Well it was possible she supposed. It had happened once before.

Oh Merlin, don't let that happen. Lafay would probably just come back as a ghost and haunt her for all eternity. Not cool. "No umm… I’m done for today." Cleaning her cauldron and packing up her things, the fourth year glanced towards the professor out of the corner of her eye. Now that she thought about it though… "Actually, I do have a question."

Not to annoy her however. "Are there any other…mind related potions? That don't involve making one smarter, dizzy, confused, or any of the other commonly thought up effects? Just out of curiosity."

"I'm not sure that I understand your question?" She said looking at the girl... "Are you talking about a mind controlling potion? Those exist, but no one will show you how to make it..." Well... maybe in a few years she might change her mind.

Mind control? Well this definitely made it easier to say now didn't it? It would be rather weird and suspicious sounding if she herself brought up that topic.

"No, but...wait, there is such a thing?" How come she didn't know about that!? Oops! Sounding too interested. Clearing her throat, the Slytherin quickly turned her gaze away continued with packing up her things before sitting back down on the stool. "On the topic of mind control though, is or could there be a potion that would reverse the effects of it? If one was ever 'mind controlled'."

..."Hypothetically, of course." Meep. Purely for educational purposes.

Hecate didn't speak, as she looked at Evelyn. She was pondering what the headmaster would think of her for answering the child's question. She rationalized it as she wasn't technically teaching her the potion, she was merely confirming something the girl would end up reading in the restricted section, if and when she ever got a chance to go there, as she, Hecate, had done so many years ago. This was theory and she was a professor. "Miss Fl-Shepard," that was going to get annoying, "there are indeed such potions. The counter-potion, however, needs to be administered twice a day for an entire week before the effects of the original potion are annulled." He said, "These potions aren't used very often. They are a longer, more expensive, not to mention more complicated version of their unforgivable curse counterpart..." Though the potion was more effective than the curse, Hecate wasn't going to tell her that.