Janelle was well into her psuedo-hibernaiton, hoping that it would cure her nausea and dizziness. Eyes closed, body still, she was interrupted by a voice calling her name. At first she thought it was Hugo, but through her poison induced haze, she realized it was not. The next thing she knew, she was being grabbed by the arms. "Nooooo, no, no", she cried. Why was she being moved? Who was bothering her? She dared to open her eyes and the room was spinning faster than ever. What greeted her was two Professor Newtons. Everything was blurry and spinning. Where was Hugo?

The only reason that Janelle's stomach contents had remained in place was because she had not moved a muscle in the last few minutes. As Janelle was picked dragged up and deposited in a chair, all bets were off. Sitting up was a challenge. Trying not to throw up on the Potions classroom floor was an even bigger challenge. Janelle bent over and assumed the crash position. Now it was a mind over matter battle. She began to take deep breaths, trying to keep it together.

Then Janelle heard Professor Newton's voice. The Standard Ingredient had been tampered with? That was why the antidote hadn't worked. It was a small relief to know that it hadn't been her fault.......but still. She still felt like she was going to die any minute. And they were to drink the antidote. Seriously? If something even tried to touch her lips, Janelle was sure that it and everything else she had been trying to suppress, would become a vomit projectile. This was bad, very bad.

It was REALLY hard to sleep when rat man kept bellowing to people. At least he wasn't shouting at her, but STILL. She needed some rest because her head was being done in. Couldn't he see that? This was one suffering Hufflepuff.

Apparently it wasn't meant to be.

Rat man was yelling louder than ever, saying something about the Standard Ingredient being tampered with (?) and Rachel was shaking her shoulders. "I'm awake," she said sluggishly before slowly sitting up. There was barely enough time for her to wipe her eyes before a cup was being handed over to her. Still trying to work out what exactly happened, Esme downed everything in one go.

This was really difficult when she still felt the need to vomit. Thank Merlin she somehow managed to keep everything down.

"I think it must have been Peeves," she said to rat man as soon as she got her bearings back. This seemed like the kind of trick he would pull and that Poltergeist was VERY sneaky.

On a good day, Brooklyn had never liked waiting. It was the one part of Potions that she disliked, and today was definitely not a good day. She'd been poisoned, and then for whatever reasons Hady's antidote hadn't worked. While she still was waiting the five minutes, she kept telling herself that. Along with a glance over as Hady started talking about the ceiling crying, plus a foggy acknowledgment that the professor had blessed her. Why he'd done that she'd forgotten. Stupid poison making her all fuzzy about things. But anyway, the ceiling wasn't crying. She didn't think it was, anyhow.

Deciding the five minutes was up, she cleaned a stirrer awkwardly before adding a pinch of unicorn horn to the liquid in her cauldron. Stirring dizzily twice in a relatively clockwise direction, she reached out with a hand to grab two berries. A balance check had to happen two seconds later, but the berries went into the cauldron. Another determined but still impaired two stirs happened after that, before she dropped into her seat again, exhausted. "Almost done." She didn't know if she was telling Hady or herself, but then a cup was suddenly in front of her and she regarded it suspiciously.

Maybe it was more poison. She was going to wait the two minutes.

Elliot could vaguely make out the sounds of the other students around him all equally ill with this supposed not-poison. He nearly started scratching at his skin to release the heat when he saw the blurry image of their professor coming around with...cups? The professor had given him one and told him to drink. He wasn't even sure what it was he was drinking in this state but he was so hot. Maybe it would make him cool again? He quickly tipped the cup back thankful it didn't taste anything like that last cup he'd ingested. His head was pounding. His favorite class was going to be the death of him.

After crushing the bezoar into his mortar, he read he needed to add it to his cauldron. He nodded and he realized he needed to clean his cauldron. Bloody merlin. He got his wand out and said, "Scourgify!" and then he realized he didn't need to fill up his cauldron with water just yet. He shrugged and added the four measure of the bezoar into the cauldron. Then he got the 2 measures of standard ingredient to the potion. Then he added 2 cups of water to his cauldron. Then he used his wand and said, "Incendiu.." He saw nothing. "Incediu.." he said again. Man this potion was affecting his speech. He needed to get healed fast. "INCEDIO!" he called out and that made his throat hurt. He heard Ava complaining and he asked, "Will you shut up for five seconds?" he asked. Jeez he wanted to concentrate. "Finite" he muttered and the fire stopped.

He counted 5 seconds.

1....2....3....4....5.

There that was done. Now he needed to let it brew. He could do that.

Azura had closed her eyes and put her arms on the table and leaned her head down on them. She was still soooo sleepy! She didn't feel good and right now she just wanted to leave and take some time alone to get her thoughts and feelings together..

Jace knows that I like him.. That that was rattling around in her mind and she bit her lip..She wanted out of here!! She needed to get herself together before she could face him.. and then..

She felt someone tap her shoulder and she looked up into the chocolately brown eyes of the boy that was now crowding her thoughts.. She took a breath and then pasted a slight smile on her face, it was the only thing she could do at the moment. She just had to hope that he somehow didn't know that she liked him..

"I'm just a little tired." She managed to get out as she looked at him. only to have her purple eyes go wide as Elsa suddenly threw her arms around Jace and hugged him tightly..

Her heart gave an unwanted painful throb.. but she just sat there.. with a fake smile on her face..

Let me outttttt of here. Please.. Please.. Please.. get me out of here. She thought to herself as she bit her lip a little. '

"Are you two okay?"

Don't cry.. don't cry.. whatever you do Azura.. DO NOT cry.

Oh man oh man oh man oh man. WHY wasn't the antidote working? WHY? She wanted to curl up in a ball for the rest of her entire life. She wanted to go to sleep. She wanted to go home. She coughed again and swayed slightly on the spot, setting the mortar and pestle down with a sharp thud. She couldn't do it. She was going to fail Yoongi forever and ever and they'd be stuck like this until the end of time.

The prefect slumped into a chair and shut her eyes tight. How was she supposed to make this potion if the room wouldn't stop spinning. Blindly, she reached out and grabbed the mortar and pestle, keeping her eyes shut as she tried to smush up the bezoar again. Apparently that wasn't her best idea yet, but it was better than vomiting on the bezoar, probably. That'd be pretty gross to give to Yoongi. She struggled with the tools until she finally gave up and chanced opening one eye. It wasn't even THAT bad. A few more good hits would have it in a fine powder. Probably. Hopefully. She lifted the pestle again, but it slipped from between her fingers and landed on the floor. Okay. This was the end. Bending over was SO not going to happen.

After he let the cauldron sit there for five minutes, he got to the task of getting the rest of his steps done before his head exploded. Uh ohh... he had the urge to throw up again. He held his hand over his mouth and tried to keep it down. He couldn't and he threw up all in his hands. He hoped none got into his potion. He looked over and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank bloody merlin. He went to wash his hands off and threw up the rest in the sink. He grabbed the water Ava gave to him and drank up. Now onto trying to get the steps done.

He added the 1 pinch of Unicorn Horns to his cauldron and stirred 2 times, clockwise. Then he added the 2 Mistletoe Berries to his cauldron. 1...plop....2...plop. Then he got his spoon and stirred 2 times, anti-clockwise
and he left the cauldron to sit for at least 2 minutes before using it again.

Next she had to add unicorn hair, right? But where was it? In her mind Kitty was still floating on the ceiling above everyone else. Whenever she needed an ingredient her arms would stretch towards the desk, becoming longer than her entire body if needed. But for some reason her vision was failing and she mistook her wand for the hair. Kitty threw her wand into the cauldron happily, wondering vaguely why it was shooting sparks. Then she began to stir - two times clockwise then two times counterclockwise. Was that right?

The Standard Ingredient? Dima looked at it, not noting a different in appearance.... maybe it was something else? Whatever it was, he was infinitely thankful he'd avoiding drinking anything and skipped on the antidote when Newton brought it around. He did want to make sure Penelope got some in her system, though, because she'd actually ingested stuff. This would make her better, wouldn't it?

He watches the professor and waited for further instructions. Hopefully, he'd figure out what went wrong with his stock sometime soon.

Freaky stuff, this was.

Ilia sat there wet, contemplating the difficulties of life as a flower. What kind of flower was she even? She looked around at all of the other flowers and their petals....hmm so they were all dancing flowers. Wait....the Carl flower wanted wood? Why would he want wood? "Flowers don't have woody stems....Flowers are flowers not trees. You don't want to be a tree do you Carl? You'll have to leave the garden." She muttered to him distractedly....silly flower boy. Or was he weed? .......Was she a weed? What kind of flowers were they anyways? A flower was a flower right? Henric had to be a sunflower.....Adi was probably a daffodil....hmm....she liked roses....Ilia wanted to be a rose.

Why would the professor have made them drink something that made them feel so awful? And that apparently could not be cured? Sam was still not doing so well, but she was still trying to make the potion. Olly definitely would not have brewed the potion if he had felt like he did now. He didn't think he'd really be able to, not without vomiting in his cauldron or something.

Tampered? That would have made sense if he didn't feel so bad, but he was having trouble processing what the word meant? He did understand when the professor said to go get a different antidote and drink it. How? He was sitting in his chair and the floor looked very far away. Wait no, it was very close. Olly toppled to the ground and lay there for just a moment before managing to pull himself back to his feet. When had he tried getting down? Oh well, he was down now and that was the important thing.

Olly wasn't sure how was going to manage getting to the front of the room. Luckily he didn't have to, because the professor was going around and handing out the antidote to everyone. That was good. Olly really hoped it would work this time, and fast, otherwise he was going to puke again. Olly downed it without another thought. It had better work.

Her face was feeling less hot now. Slowly the Gryffindor stepped closer toward the work station in front of her. She was totally not hallucinating or anything anymore right…the bunny was…”oh merlin” she muttered aloud as the room became more and more clear to her.

She was standing closer toward Elliot when she saw him as he was. A student. Not a gigantic man in a bunny suit. “I almost pet you again” she flatly told him her face paling, “I thought you were a b-bunny…I was it was the poison obviously” she muttered and stood there leaning against her workstation.

Raising her hand thought she looked up at Professor Newton, “Professor have the stores worked before now?” she asked carefully, “what I mean is…is it possible that the standard ingredient could be from a bad batch? I know I bought more supplies recently when I went home on break” she admitted and shrugged her shoulder a little.

"Feeling better, Mel?" Madge asked her potions partner. Her headache was subsiding, and now she just felt empty and hungry, especially after all the vomiting.

In the mortar…

…or was it the pestle and the mortar the grinder?

Now Olivia thought she was right the first time around. Her notes did say bezoar in the mortar. And she hadn’t been ill at that point. SO bezoar went into the mortar and the pestle was picked up. And then the pestle went in with the bezoar and like the directions said she went to crush it. It flopped around for a bit in the bowl of the mortar before she managed to get the first real good hit on the bezoar and started breaking it up and crushing it up.

Of course the grinding and the pounding was doing nothing good for her headache. She winched ever handful of movements, eventually pausing to give herself a break from it. Masking it as looking over her work. Nope…still not small and fine enough. Olivia gave it another try but desperately wishing she didn’t have to. She would have much preferred curling up and riding everything out while someone else brewed the antidote.

Something that worked.

Perhaps just take something that was already brewed that was successful.

A minute? She wasn’t sure if she could wait that long because her stomach was turning terribly. She turned a little so that if she did end up puking that it wouldn’t get on her partner. It felt like an eternity before Zeke handed her the antidote. Bella downed the antidote in seconds, not caring if it tasted horrible she just wanted to feel better.

“I don’t feel any better,” she said, after a minute or so. She still felt nauseous. How was she supposed to brew a good potion like this? Did it just needed a little bit more time to kick in? She hoped it would start working soon. Bella grabbed her bezoar and dropped it into her mortar and with her other hand she slowly grabbed her pestle and started to crush it into a fine powder.

Alas she was back to crushing and breaking up and crushing some more. Crushing…crushing…crushing. Until she couldn’t crush no more. Which was a good thing because Olivia couldn’t do any more of it. Couldn’t do much more of anything. Was she done yet? How many more steps did she have to go in her brewing? An inward groan escaped when she remembered all that she had really done was the first steps, or the first few steps. She wasn’t even done with the first ingredient.

But the bezoar was crushed.

That was an accomplishment she supposed.

Olivia pushed herself forward to try for the next step. Four measures. That’s how much she needed of the crushed bezoar. She did her best to measure it out…as correctly as she could manage given her was starting to get a little blurry. And once she was satisfied, she added it all into her cauldron. One ingredient down at least.

It took a lot longer time crushing the bezoar than it would have if she had been feeling one hundred percent. Truth be told she wasn’t sure if she grinded it down into a fine powder, but it was the best she could do under the current circumstances. She groaned a little as she tried to continuous, a little too sick to respond to what Zeke said. For his sake she hoped that his experience was better than hers.

However, she was beginning to wonder if Zeke had done the potion correctly because there was no reason why she should still feel this bad. She started to add in the four measures of her crushed bezoar.

One. Two. Three. Four. Bella counted in her head, before moving on to the standard ingredient. How many measures did she need? She couldn’t remember so she glanced at the instructions, before adding it into the cauldron. One. Two

Kitty took the new cup from the Professor in confusion, wondering if he was also floating. But if he was floating then why were his legs still on the floor? On the other hand if he was not floating then how could he have given her the cup while she was floating on the ceiling? Was she dreaming? How did she get here anyway? Vaguely she remembered something about an antidote - yeah she had been brewing an antidote with unicorns hair, but why she did not know.

Perhaps drinking the cup would give answers. She slowly raised the cup to he mouth and drank. It had a strange taste but she did not know if it was the good type of strange or not.

She waited...

...and waited...

...and waited. Then her memories started returning to her. She remembered why she had been brewing the anti-dote and she remembered grabbing her partner Tia. The feeling of floating vanished.

Kitty blinked tears out of her eyes and sat in her chair. She wasn't on the ceiling after all. The whole time she had been in her chair. She cast a look at her cauldron...

"EEK! My wand!" Sparks were flying from Kitty's wand where it lay inside her cauldron.

"Professor!" Kitty pulled her damaged wand from the cauldron and showed it to Art, tears streaming from her eyes.

Professor Newton's yelling was like a punch to the side of his head. Carl felt like he was waking up from a deep sleep ... to a smaller world where everything was still foggy. Nevertheless, he was more conscious of what he was doing. Which was why after he stopped his act and had squeezed some water out of the sleeves of his robes, he turned back to his antidote and his partner Ilia.

"You are right. I don't want to leave the garden. I will be a flower." He replied determinedly. And he was not going to kill any poor trees, so he turned to the burner that Ilia had previously used. Setting his cauldron down on the equipment, he turned it on to medium temperature and counted five seconds. "Four ... two ... three ... one ... five!" He switched it off immediately and looked at his watch. He had a hard time telling what time it was, but thought he would proceed again when the little hand, the longer one, had moved a bit. That would be five minutes.

Meanwhile, he turned to the Sixth year (she wasn't a Firstie like him!). She seemed to be in a worse state than he was. "I want to be a chrysanthemum. What kind of a flower are you, Ilia?" She looked human right now, but he had learned to not judge somebody by their appearance. He glanced at his watch again. Five minutes … was up!

He grabbed a pinch of unicorn horn, unable to believe that he was actually holding a piece of his favourite creature. Tears welled up in his eyes and he let them fall, bit by bit. He added the ingredient into his potion and wiped the tears away. "Goodbye, Unicorn." He whispered, then wiped the tears away.

Melbourne looked over to Madge and nodded. “y-yeah for the most part” she muttered as she leaned against the work station. “I feel like I could take a very long nap” she muttered to her poison-partner and sighed. “I’m sorry we had to be poisoned together” Mel muttered and chewed on her lip a moment.

“if it makes you feel any better I’m sure your antidote would have worked had the potions not been tampered with” Mel smiled over to her. The dry feeling in her throat was not a fun one. “Madge…would you want to maybe grab a load of water later? Aaand maybe never let anyone poison each other ever again?” She offered this more as a mere offer of friendship. Really. Those who were poisoned together stayed together…right? Well, normally it was probably died together but that wasn’t the point.

“I don’t think the antidote is working,” She moaned, stopping for a moment to hold her stomach with one arm. She looked over at Zeke to see how he was fairing so far, only to find him guzzling down water that was pouring from his wand. Wow… if she wasn’t feeling so sick she would have been laughing. She picked up her wand with her free hand and did the same aguamenti charm to measure out two cups of water.

Bella poured the water into the cauldron, before looking again at the instructions to see what she needed to do next. She wanted to make sure she was doing everything right because she was going to take some of her antidote once she finished since the first batch wasn’t working. She proceeded to heating the cauldron at the medium temperature for five seconds.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. She then left it to brew for five minutes.

Jaemin was still on the floor, clinging to the cup the professor had pushed into his hands and the table leg. The small boy was curled up into a little ball and still shivering, though he wasn't as cold as he had been a minute ago. He'd squeezed his eyes shut to try and stop the weird fisheye lens thing from happening, and he wasn't sure if that was the reason his stomach seemed to be calming or if it was because of what he'd drained out of the cup.

This one seemed to be working. Another minute more and the air seemed to have come back into the room; Jaemin gulped in a heavy breath and tightened his grip around the table leg, still not quite past the feeling that everything beyond his eyelids was moving and spinning around. His head hurt a bit from all of it, a deep throb that the potion didn't seem ready to take care of just yet just as it hadn't taken away the feeling that he needed to escape the classroom. He had to get up to do that though, and he would need to open his eyes, which he wanted to do much less than the standing up part.

"Why is this school so scary?" he whispered to himself, voice a bit strained. First there were children being thrown in pots and now he had been poisoned by not-poison and given an antidote that didn't work... things like this had never happened at his Muggle schools. Not once had someone tried to eat or poison a kid. Not once. Yet both of these things happened in one term here.

Things were starting to feel more normal now though, at least. He gingerly opened his eyes and found that the weird perspective thing had, while not completely disappearing, lessened. The room still seemed quite shaky, but it wasn't nearly as awful as it had been. He drew another shaky breath, but stayed where he was on the floor. He wasn't quite ready to get up yet and test the whole... legs thing. Maybe in a few more minutes. Then he could check on his partner, and maybe put some water in this cup to banish the dryness from his throat.

Norah didn't immediately move to retrieve the pestle she'd dropped. Instead, she sat as still as she possibly could in her seat, gripping the mortar as tightly as she could as she kept her eyes shut tight. Deep breaths, Kittredge. This antidote had to get finished and she hadn't even completed the first step yet. With her mouth closed in an attempt to keep from coughing, she took exactly three deep breaths before slowly lowering herself off the chair and onto the floor on all fours. Oh man. This was not helping the dizziness at all. Nuh uh. Baaaaaaaad idea. She felt around until her hands found the pestle, hesitating again before standing up just in case there was a chance she'd be able to do it in a composed fashion (spoiler alert: didn't work). She held on tight to the edge of the table and set the mortar down on it, using the other hand to give the bezoar crumblies another two smushes with the pestle. Her arms couldn't do it anymore. That needed to be enough. She measured two additions of the bezoar and added them, then squinted at the board to try and make out the correct number. That was a 3?? Maybe? Or maybe a 9? She added one more measure of bezoar to the cauldron with a splash, and was done with it. Hopefully it was alright. It wasn't her fault the entire world had gone out of focus.

What was next, though? Did she need to use her wand? She didn't think she could use her wand.

At least the standard ingredient, the next ingredient to be dealt with, was easier to measure. Because it was already measured out into the two measures that were needed. All she had was all she needed. Thank Merlin for small favors. So that was added to her cauldron as well, whatever it actually was. Couldn’t they think of a better name than ‘standard ingredient’ for…well…whatever it was? Bad potioners. Silly potioners. They needed some better naming skills. Name it something like…

…well…

…um…

Why was she thinking on this?

She was supposed to be brewing an antidote so she could feel better. Not trying to figure out a better name for the standard ingredient to said antidote. She needed to complete this…before she failed even further. Olivia was beginning to regret having decided to be brave enough to try the elixir first for it was turning out to be a major downfall.

So what was next? Water.

She didn’t trust her magic, so that left getting some from the sink. The sink all…the…way…over…there.

Sigh.