Potions.

Ella filed into the classroom with her bag slung over her shoulder, a small smile plastered on her face. She was exhausted but doing her best to keep up with everything and also trying not to be a mope. No one liked a mope, y'know.

"Hello Professor, good to see you." She greeted politely on her way past Lafay's desk. The blonde then settled into a seat in the middle of the room and pulled out some parchment and a quill.

Uggh, potions. In the dungeons. Theo particularly hated being in the dungeons lately, which was a darn shame since he lived there.

But he was still here.

Theo lazily dragged himself to the first potions lesson of the term, and took a seat near the back of the classroom. "Good day, Professor Lafay." Because he knew how she liked a proper greeting and things. He sat down and looked over at Ella, who was one of the first to arrive, too. He smiled at her.

Another Day. Another Potions Class.

Nigel walked into the room. "Hello, Professor Lafay" Nigel greeted her as courteously as he could. She was looking a little agitated. But Nigel did not care to ask what was on her mind. He noticed that only Theo and Ella have arrived yet. So Nigel was still pretty early to class.

He walked on over to a free desk near both of them, sat down, and took out the materials he would need for todays lesson.

A yawn escaped when he entered the Potions classroom and with his free hand that wasn't holding his school back he held it in front of his mouth. Getting watery eyes from the yawn he rubbed them away as he passed Lafay's desk and absentmindly sat down near the front.

Now with the house elves gone, Daichi had the feeling he and his Co-Prefects had more work to do than ever...He looked at the front of the classroom and jumped up almost immediately when he saw the Professor.

"Hello professor Lafay!"

Ezra's whistling gradually lowered until it was completely nonexistent by the time the boy crossed the door that led into the Potions classroom. He had nothing against whistling - naturally - but his grandmother called it vulgar, and he thought Professor Lafay looked like the sort of person who probably would, too. Ezra didn't really agree with the notion but he didn't want to get in trouble, even if whistling did help him cheer up his spirits a little, which were constantly threatening to hit the floor, thanks to the castle's current state.

"Hello." Hello was rather informal and even too familiar so Ezra corrected his small blunder by adding, "Professor. Hello, professor." There. Better. And a little awkward, which he'd been told was sometimes charming. Ezra was not sure if he was the sort who could make awkward charming, so he tried not think about it.

He really didn't like the idea of being awkward, though, even if it could be charming. Once seated Ezra realized that despite a (minimal) growth spurt over the summer, the back of the classroom did not provide the best of the views, so after a sigh, he quickly hopped off his seat and occupied one near the middle, instead. Much better.

Potions.. Hmm.. Not much else to say about it. It was a busy week for Wade, though he didn't let it show on his face. Instead, as soon as he stepped into the classroom, he gave a small smile as he was passing the teacher's desk, "Lovely day, Professor Lafay."

Wade then took a seat by the back, before setting his bag down on the ground by his feet.

Taylor walked into the classroom and looked at the professor, "Hello, Professor Lafay. I hope your summer has been good." She sighed and sat down in a seat. Tay glazed around, looking for anyone that she knew in the class. She didnt see anyone yet though so she just relaxed and messed with one of her blonde curls.

If she were walking with anyone, November might've been grumbling quietly, under her breath. Potions was alright; she wasn't terribly great at it like she was good at charms, but it wasn't as hard as Transfiguration... sometimes. It was just an awful lot of paying attention and following directions exactly and guessing colors.

And also, it was in the dungeons, and even though Edita lived in the dungeons, November couldn't say they were terribly comfortable. With the school in its current state, she rather expected every venture to reveal something new, really.

Entering the class, she bowed her head a little in the Professor's direction, adding a, "Hello Professor Lafay," which she knew was not overly friendly and possibly half-mumbled. It would be an utter lie to say "Good day," though after the day she'd had, and anyway, she wasn't on terribly friendly terms. She was the Professor, after all.

Spying Ezra. she hurried towards him, dropping her bag onto the desk before sliding into a seat beside him, with a smile and a quick, "Hello, there!"

Mack entered the classroom excited for Potions, she figured that this was probably going to be one of her favorite classes. "Hello Professor, have a nice summer?" She quickly walked to the second desk in the room and took a sear, taking out her quill, parchment, and textbook.

Laura looked at the dragon lady as she walked into the Professor. "Good day Professor, did you have a lovely summer?" Laura went over and sat down at a desk, she was hoping her sister would sit next to her but she would have to wait and see, if her sister didn't then she was hoping a friend or a firstie would it would be awesome to have someone cool sat with her.

juliet was certainly excited for this class. She woke up early and fot herself prepare for her first potion lesson of the year. Wonder what they will do today? Hmm... It could be something really awesome like always.

She walked inside the classroom and saw the professor up front. She gave her a smile as she tries to find herself a seat. "good day professor." yes, lovely day indeed. Juliet then took a seat as she placed her bag on the floor...

Beezus Castell had officially turned into the female version of the hunchback of notre dame as she made her way to the Dungeons, shoulders all bent into a huddled position as she took gentle steps. Merlin, tryouts week was exciting but it was also downright exhausting. She felt sore that she couldn't even bother straightening up for her sake.

She did stretch out, however, when she neared the door and tried to make her self at least presentable before stepping in. Though she yawned as soon as she saw the Potions Mistress, "Good day, Professor." she mumbled in between yawns suppressed by the back of her hand. With a slight bow, she eventually proceeded down to take a seat and waited for class to start.

Potions. Five terms and Lana still wasn't sure he even liked the class, but she was there nonetheless. In fact she was more indifference to most of her lessons at the moment. Day in and day out it was lesson after lesson.

Shrugging slightly, she made her way through the unlocked door and headed for a spot near the middle. Seeing that it was still really early and only a few other students were there, it wasn't going to be that hard to find a good spot to seat and blend into the crowd.

Approaching the middle, she glanced up to the front and smiled. "Good day, Professor Lafay." Only because she was indifferent to classes didn't mean that she was going to be impolite to her professors. It really wasn't their fault that she felt the way she did. Perhaps the feeling would pass and this would be the year that she enjoyed her lessons a bit more.

Finding a spot, she settled in and pondered a bit waiting for the lesson to begin.

Even thought it was difficult to concentrate to anything for him since he had left 'his girl' at King's Cross, Richard was determined to do well in classes as he had promised...to himself, to her and to everyone else. He had to be getting good marks from the exams and manage to graduate after all. Two years late or not, he was going to graduate this term somehow.

Yeah...

Carrying his school bag which was hooked on his right shoulder, he walked in the potions classroom and looked around. Hmm...the place looked nicer to him for some reason but there should have been...more girls? Maybe...more around his age anyway. Or...no. Girls had nothing to do with this class now. Walking further into the place, he choose a seat from the front row so he would not be distracted by anything else and sat down.

Then he eyed Lafay. Legs crossed. Woman on the table.

''Pretty....i mean, hello, professor.''

Why had she decided to tryout for Quidditch again? Oh yeah, good way to keep off the weight now that she was basically confined to a diet of junk food. Seriously, she hoped that the house-elfs came back soon because things were getting more ridiculous by the day. Not only had Professor Airey assigned homework that essentially had them cleaning the castle, but just this morning she'd thought she'd seen a mouse on her way down to the kitchens for yet another breakfast time sandwich. So, the yawn she let out and covered with her hand was excusable, hopefully. She wasn't so bold as to say 'good day' to someone who looked like they were having about as much of a good day as she was, so she settled for a polite "Hello, Professor Lafay," before finding a station and taking her seat, wondering what had become of potions with the lack of funding.

Potions was something he was looking forward to as usual, even if he was sort of... apprehensive to see how it had been effected by this whole money thing. West arrived with all his things in his bag. "Hello Professor."

He took a seat and waited for instructions.

Ambrose walked into his potions class and said,"Good morning Professor."

Making his way to a seat near the back, Ambrose sat on his stool and dropped his bag next to him. Shoving his blond hair out of his eyes, he pulled his book and quill and ink out of his bag. He watched as other students came into the potions class and greeted the professor.

'Wonder what we will be brewing today?' he thought.

This was the class Tobias was definitely curious to get started with. Ever since he was a little kid he'd been read all kinds of stories and the best ones were the ones with potions in them. Potions that could do ANYTHING. And it seemed like a much easier thing to grasp than the magicky class in his uninformed opinion because surely it was just throwing the ingredients together. Like... cooking! Or at the very least it was like the science experiments he'd never been allowed to try in school... for some bizarre reason.

With a smile on his face, and almost as though he was literally BUZZING with energy (which of course he was), Tobias strode into the potions classroom along with the many other students.

As he found a seat that wasn't too close to the other students already sitting (he was annoying when forced to sit down for a long time, and wasn't sure how many people had realised that yet), Tobias took in the sight of the teacher. "Hello Mis-" Tobias broke off. No wait, they didn't seem to call the female teachers here 'miss', did they? They said 'sir' but not 'miss'. That was going to be a hard habit to break. "Err... Professor!" Yes, that was it!

He continued with his happy-go-lucky grin as he sat down and waited for the class to start, dumping his bag on the floor under the desk.

And already he was fidgeting; twiddling a spare quill around in his hands and swinging his feet slightly as a way of releasing some energy. He would pay attention all the way through the lesson today. Tobias was determined.

"Hello, Professor!" Isobel said cheerfully as she entered the room. She'd been looking forward to making potions ever since she knew she was going to be a witch, and now she was finally here, about to learn how to make them for the first time ever! She'd already read her textbook twice through, and if she were better at memorisation, probably would have done that too.

Isobel chose a seat, not next to anybody but not very isolated either, and set down her bag. She got out her notebook, ink, and quill and began a particularly terrible doodle of a cat. It was really horrendous, but that was why she didn't show her notes to people, she supposed.

Melanie felt like she was running late, hence why she was practically running down the stairs to the dungeons. Being all the way up in the Gryffindor tower had more disadvantages than she had originally thought. Plus, the journey from the tower to the kitchens was already far and the classroom was even further away. When the classroom was in sight, Melanie quickly fixed her robes, tied her hair back and tried to catch her breath as she slowed down. Smiling, and trying not to think about the red-eyed pygmy puffs that Alice had mentioned once, she entered the classroom.

"Hello Professor, I hope you enjoyed your summer," Melanie said with a smile on her face and gave a little bow of her head.

Then she took a seat, pulled out her notebook and waited. Because how hard could this class be? She had taken her OWLs already, she didn't need to worry anymore. At least, not until next year. Next year would be the year Melanie depended on tea. Maybe they'd learn about different types of tea and their effects on people this term. Tea was like a potion, wasn't it?

Kace was excited to go to potions. He remembered her sister telling him about this class. She was a good potioneer. Kace was going to see if he had the skills for this class. As he made it to the dungeon...it was easy to find since it was a cold dark place.

He found the classroom filled with students and saw the teacher sitting in front. Kace nodded towards the professor and smiled his cute boyish smile, "Good morning Professor." and then went to find a desk.

There was a lonely desk in the middle. He wanted to be in the middle of the classroom because that is where he finds he is more attentive. He got out his quill and notebook ready for the lesson to begin.

Ooohh! The first potions class of the year! Tora double checked to make sure she had everything she needed before stepping into the room. She gave a smile to the professor as she walked by. "Good day, Professor" She said politely.

She turned to survey the room to see if she knew anyone. Ahh there was Isobel! She gave a cheery wave but Tora didn't think Isobel saw because she seemed very absorbed in do something in her notebook. Tora walked over and plopped herself in the empty seat between Isobel and another Hufflepuff boy. (For some reason Isobel didn't want to sit next to him?) She peeked over Isobel's shoulder to see just what was so interesting and saw a lovely little doodle of... was that a cat? She reached over and pointed to it.
"That's a cat right? Am I right?" Tora asked her, and once it was either confirmed or denied as a cat she would then ask why she was drawing said cat. That was until she remembered hearing that this particular professor realllyyyyy didn't like chatting. "Actually, just answer that later! I don't want to lose two points."
She then turned and wordlessly smiled at the boy sitting on the other side. To be friendly, ya know? (Having absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she desperately had wanted to be a Hufflepuff. Nothing at all!)

Susie headed down to the dungeons for potions. She enjoyed learning about potions but she didn't like the danger involved with the class. One mistake and something could go horribly wrong.

Susie entered and smiled at the professor. "Good morning professor, hope you had a good summer." Susie then went to find a seat towards the front of the class.

Potions.

After last term and the Fameludous -- is that what it was called? -- Draught and the Girding Potion, Alec was feeling sort of... better about this class. It wasn't his favourite and he wasn't exactly brilliant at this subject but it was starting to become more and more okay for him as time passed. And hopefully, if this continued, the subject would start to become a little more than okay by the time the OWLs came around? Yeah...

Except, these lessons were still scary.

Ruffling his hair slightly, the sixteen year old entered the classroom, his grey-blue eyes taking a glance around the classroom and at the people there. Okay... so he wasn't late, yeah? Awesome. He turned his head to look directly at the Professor and... oh! No Baby Professor? "Erm... Hello Professor!" he said, smiling at her before moving away to find a seat...

... RIGHT next to a certain blonde. "Hey, Ells!" ... She didn't mind, right? ... Hopefully. He gave her a smile before taking out his things. Once that was done, his bag was dropped and kicked until it was safely under the table. There. He was ready.