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Down the end of the potions corridor, past the main classroom and linked to the storeroom, is the potions laboratory. A smaller version of their usual classroom, it’s set up very similarly - lines of benches facing the front, with access to a burner for a cauldron for every pair of chairs. Lining the side walls is storage. In the bottom cupboards you’ll find all the basic equipment, neatly laid out in trays. And on the shelves above can be found the standard potions ingredients. However, if you need anything more specialised, you’ll have to talk to Professor Noble about accessing the storeroom. If you try the door without permission, you’ll find it securely and safely locked; it might even set off a spark or two in warning. At the back of the classroom are a row of sinks and plenty of draining racks. If you use classroom equipment, you’re expected to clean and tidy up after yourselves.
At the front of the room is a sign in book, logbook and list of rules. Before touching anything, please sign in and check the logbook for updates. Professor Noble will regularly be checking, and doesn’t take kindly to unauthorised brewing. There are also several potions books for reference and inspiration.
Rules
Sign in with your name, year, house and potion being brewed.
If you need to leave your station for any reason, leave a note on your desk saying where in the recipe you’ve got up to, and how long you’ll be away. Any unattended potions without this information will be immediately banished.
Put equipment and ingredients back after use. If you’ve broken something or an ingredient is nearly gone, please make a note in the logbook so I’m aware and can get it replaced.
If you make a mess, clean it up. I will know, and extra-curricular brewing privileges will be removed for repeat offenders.
The lab will be open from breakfast and locked an hour before curfew. If you’ll need access outside of this, you will need my prior permission before you start brewing. Please bring me a timetable showing why the potion cannot be completed in normal hours.
Any questions or problems, please come and find me. I’m most likely to be found teaching in the classroom, or in my office.
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It had taken a few days, but Ronan had finally found a way to put a certain Slytherin in their place. And honestly, it couldn't be more perfect, since his 'paranoia' (which he considered a healthy distrust, but whatever) was now widely known. So, he entered the potions lab, potions text in hand, and was immediately met with...a logbook? Was Professor Noble really that distrustful of them?
Text Cut: Logbook
Name: Ronan Carter Year: Like you don't know already House: See above Potion: For me to know and you to figure out
The last thing he wanted to do was give away his plans, which would likely happen if he had wrote down the potion he was doing. So, sorry Professor Noble, not happening.
Anyway, Ronan set the potions text on one of the stations farthest from the door, flipped to the potion he had marked and read the instructions. Seemed easy enough. He gathered the needed ingredients and equipment, making sure each was clean first, and set to work. He filled the cauldron with the required amount of water from one of the sinks in the back, since some things were just better done the muggle way. Then, he placed the cauldron on a burner and lit it. And then came the Essence of Wormwood. Eight drops, one at time.
One....two....three....four...
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!
It had taken a few days, but Ronan had finally found a way to put a certain Slytherin in their place. And honestly, it couldn't be more perfect, since his 'paranoia' (which he considered a healthy distrust, but whatever) was now widely known. So, he entered the potions lab, potions text in hand, and was immediately met with...a logbook? Was Professor Noble really that distrustful of them?
Text Cut: Logbook
Name: Ronan Carter Year: Like you don't know already House: See above Potion: For me to know and you to figure out
The last thing he wanted to do was give away his plans, which would likely happen if he had wrote down the potion he was doing. So, sorry Professor Noble, not happening.
Anyway, Ronan set the potions text on one of the stations farthest from the door, flipped to the potion he had marked and read the instructions. Seemed easy enough. He gathered the needed ingredients and equipment, making sure each was clean first, and set to work. He filled the cauldron with the required amount of water from one of the sinks in the back, since some things were just better done the muggle way. Then, he placed the cauldron on a burner and lit it. And then came the Essence of Wormwood. Eight drops, one at time.
One....two....three....four...
Peeves was just minding his own business in this little dungeon. This time he really wasn't causing trouble. The only thought on his mind was how he was going to pull a particularly rude prank on the Divination lady very soon. Oh yes, very soon indeed!
BUT WHAT WAS THIS???!!!
"Why it's little wee Ronan!" The poor boy hadn't noticed him drifting up and down through the ceiling!
He flew right up to the Gryffindor's ears and cackled. "Not breaking the rules, are we?" Of course Peeves was inclined to help him if he was!
The poltergeist dived into Ronan's cauldron, causing liquid to splash out everywhere. Then he came back out, grinning mischievously at his victim. "Tell Peeves what you're doing and he might spare you further humiliation. Perhaps he'll even help you if you're breaking rules! So tell Peeves what you're doing like a good boy, yes?"
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P.S. Your bowtie is crooked. And your pink thestral pony is super girly.
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five....six....seven....eight.
Wait....when did Peeves show up? And really, why did some people insist on calling him little (or, in this case, little wee)? Sure, he wasn't as muscular as some of the other sixth and seventh years, but they were the odd ones, not him. No, he was the size he should be for his age, thanks. Also, was there an order to try as hard as possible to shatter eardrums this term? Because between Professor Grimsbane and her banging and whistling and Peeves yelling in his ear, that was what was going to happen. "Nope, none of that's happening." Not yet, technically.
"What....grrr," spluttered Ronan as Peeves just swan-dived into his cauldron. It was hot too, so there was burning. He vanished the whole mess and checked his arm where the potion had hit. Okay, it wasn't too bad. Something he could slap a little burn paste onto later if needed. "Well, now I'm starting over, since you ruined the potion." Thankfully, he hadn't been very far along.
Further humiliation? Really? One hand, Peeves' little proclamation had him bristling, but on the other, it had him thinking. He also almost pointed out that that wasn't a very nice way to ask to be a part of someone's shenanigans, but look who was talking to. That would be as futile as telling a bee that stinging you would kill it. "Actually, how good are you at sneaking things into people's drinks?" he asked the poltergeist, cleaning his cauldron and adding the water, heat and Essence of Wormwood again.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!
Wait....when did Peeves show up? And really, why did some people insist on calling him little (or, in this case, little wee)? Sure, he wasn't as muscular as some of the other sixth and seventh years, but they were the odd ones, not him. No, he was the size he should be for his age, thanks. Also, was there an order to try as hard as possible to shatter eardrums this term? Because between Professor Grimsbane and her banging and whistling and Peeves yelling in his ear, that was what was going to happen. "Nope, none of that's happening." Not yet, technically.
"What....grrr," spluttered Ronan as Peeves just swan-dived into his cauldron. It was hot too, so there was burning. He vanished the whole mess and checked his arm where the potion had hit. Okay, it wasn't too bad. Something he could slap a little burn paste onto later if needed. "Well, now I'm starting over, since you ruined the potion." Thankfully, he hadn't been very far along.
Further humiliation? Really? One hand, Peeves' little proclamation had him bristling, but on the other, it had him thinking. He also almost pointed out that that wasn't a very nice way to ask to be a part of someone's shenanigans, but look who was talking to. That would be as futile as telling a bee that stinging you would kill it. "Actually, how good are you at sneaking things into people's drinks?" he asked the poltergeist, cleaning his cauldron and adding the water, heat and Essence of Wormwood again.
Did the cauldron water burn the icky Gryffindor? Well HA!!!! The mischievous spirit cackled gleefully at hearing the potion would have to be started all over again - and just to be annoying he dived back in.
Coming back up, Peeves grinned and wriggled his finger at the Gryffindor. "AHA!!!! Old Peeves was right - you ARE breaking rules!" He did not seem to care that his SHOUTING could attract attention.
But wait - was this first year REALLY inviting Peeves to participate in his rule breaking? For a moment, his wicked grin froze in place. On the one hand he wanted to continue infuriating Ronan. But on the other...
The poltergeist zoomed right up to the boy's face and rubbed his palms together. "Old Peeves can lsip things in anyone's drink without them noticing," he said, lowering his voice slightly in spite of himself. The wicked grin was back in place. "What business does a little wee Gryffindor brat have in asking Peeves such a question?"
Actually at that moment he was having an IRRESTIABLE urge to grab the boy's nose or scream as loud as he could in his ears now that he was close. If the answer to his question was in any way boring, that was EXACTLY what he was going to do!
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You're nothing more than a pickle-headed prune biscuit-eating bulldog.
P.S. Your bowtie is crooked. And your pink thestral pony is super girly.
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A lot of not at all family-friendly things were coming out of the Head Boy's mouth right now-only most of them about the very irritating poltergeist. Hopefully, there were no actual first years passing, because the seventh year wasn't exactly being quiet either. Was there a spell that could banish the damn creature or whatever from the castle?
Ronan vanished the potion yet again, only instead of starting over, he stood with his arms crossed, staring back at Peeves. "One, I'm not little or wee," he was nearly eighteen, for Merlin's sake! "two, I'm trying to get back at a certain Slytherin, and three, if you're going to help, the shouting and potion splashing needs to be toned down." he replied, his tone showing that he was being VERY serious. Seriously, it was going against everything in him to trust the poltergeist right now. But, he didn't see any other way to accomplish his goal here. The least He could do was respect that.
But look who he was talking to.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!
Noble could hear Peeves' cackling from his office down the corridor, and he rolled his eyes as he stood and straightened his robes. He first stop was the Potions Classroom, and when he saw that was all clear, he headed to the lab.
"Peeves will do no such thing without the Potions Master's permission," he said, overhearing part of the conversation from the doorway. His voice meant business. And if Peeves wanted to play up, then Noble wouldn't hesitate in calling the Baron to put the poltergeist in his place.
He moved inside now, and glanced at the logbook. If the Head Boy thought he was being clever, Noble didn't agree and his lip curled into a snarl. The writing was almost an exact copy of the Slytherin Prefect's antics last term, and quite frankly, it confirmed that Ronan had no sense of self-preservation in the slightest. "And I suggest you," he looked at Ronan, eyes narrowing, "Start setting a better example as Head Boy, and come fill out this logbook correctly."
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Prefect Flynn Kowalski's free period had begun, and after downing his delicious cup of tea in the common room, he began his journey to the potions lab to begin preparing another potion to go alongside his two vials of Felix Felicis that were still tucked away in his trunk. Whether he openly admitted it or not, he enjoyed brewing potions, and he rather enjoyed brewing the advanced ones.
Since it was his free period, he wasn't wearing his robes; instead, he was fashioning a pair of jeans that he may of stolen from a certain someone and a vintage cartoon shirt that he gotten from a thrift shop many moons ago. He slipped into the lab and immediately noticed the chaos pursuing within it. He tilted his head, a small smirk appearing on his face, as his eyes darted between Peeves, Nobleman, and Head Butt Boy.
He momentarily watched the scene in front of him before turning to the logbook. He picked up a quill and filled out the form:
SPOILER!!: logbook
Name: Prefect Kowalski Year: This is our last year together, Lucifer. House: House of Snakes Potion: Veritaserum
He placed the quill back down then moved to a station. The station he had chosen was far enough away where he could pretend to mind his own business but also close enough to eavesdrop. He pulled his cauldron out of his messenger bag, which he had charmed to hold many times, and placed it on the burner. Afterwards, he pulled out his potions book and turned to the page that he had bookmarked with a piece of torn parchment.
It was the perfect time to begin brewing this potion because according to his watch, today marked the first day of the new moon.
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_______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.
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Blue eyes met the ceiling for a moment as the Head Boy took a deep breath. It seemed like the poltergeist's yelling had attracted the attention of the LAST person he wanted to see in here. More not at all family friendly muttering came from his mouth as Ronan turned to face Professor Not-At-All-Noble. And he had plenty of self-preservation about him, if he didn't, he wouldn't be as good at DADA as he was. "I highly doubt my example as Head Boy hedges on rather I filled out a logbook 'correctly'," and yes, air quotes were used "or not." And technically, he had filled in all the relevant information.
He was about to say 'screw it' to the whole thing, when he spotted someone else enter the room out of his peripheral vision that made him decide to stay. And to stay meant he had to follow Noble's stupid instructions. Ugh.
Ronan walked over to the logbook, pulling out his pen again while he was at it. His path took him past the other prefect, which of course meant he noticed the jeans. "Those jeans look nice on you," he commented with a wink. Leaning in, he added in a whisper, "By the way, your snake is somewhere around the dungeons." Just in case he was wondering.
Reaching the logbook, he checked out the entry under his first, of course. "I don't know, Flynnilyn, wasn't Lucifer a fallen angel?'' His tone was such that indicated that he didn't think the professor was in any way an angel. "Also, isn't Vertiserum kind of obvious?" Anyway, Ronan corrected his own entry and returned to his own station, filling his cauldron with water, putting it on the still lit burner and adding the eight drops of Wormwood yet again.
Text Cut: logbook
Name: Ronan Carter Year:Like you don't know alreadySeventh House:See above The Lion's Den Potion:For me to know and you to figure out Lingualaxus Truth Serum
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!
Well this party just became much less interesting. Was old Peeves going to agree to help LITTLE WEE Ronan poison some Slytherin???? Or was he going to GRAB HIS NOSE and not let go until he called himself LITTLE WEE Ronan?
Well they wouldn't know NOW - not with Grumpy Face potion master coming in and making threats like he could scare Peeves! The Poltergeist turned to the Potion master stuck out his tongue at him. "Old Peeves will be doing what he pleases! Grumpy-faced Potion teacher shouldn't be making threats to old Peeves if he doesn't want me coming into his classes and ruining things!" And, cackling, he flew straight through the Potion master, making farting noises all the way through.
Then just for spite, the Poltergeist flew towards the Slytherin prefect who had just come in and flew through him too. [B"Is THIS the Slytherin LITTLE WEE RONAN begged Old Peeves to poison???"][/B]
Cackling, the Poltergeist made his exit. "GOODBYE LITTLE WEE RONAN!!!"
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You're nothing more than a pickle-headed prune biscuit-eating bulldog.
P.S. Your bowtie is crooked. And your pink thestral pony is super girly.
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*stiffled laughter*
Though, honestly, no one nickname could come close to describing the potions master. Well, maybe one. But then, Ronan doubted Professor Noble had the ability to care so much for one person that he'd try to protect their son while absolutely hating the child.
Anyway, hardly able to contain his laughter at the farting noises, Ronan turned back to his brewing, stirring until the potion was the appropriate color and consistency. He was about to add the Jobbernoll blood when the poltergeist uttered THAT sentence. The sentence that could land him in big trouble, possibly even cost him the Head Boy's badge.
He slowly put down the cup of blood and turned around to face the two again. What could he say here? He couldn't pretend that Peeves had been completely lying, since the professor had heard at least part of the conversation. At least enough to know that he'd asked the poltergeist to slip someone something. Though, maybe he could salvage something and say he'd never specified the who or what. It was technically true anyway. And the Lingualaxus Truth Serum was definitely not a poison. Might be a little dirty and underhanded, but definitely not a poison. Nor was its use restricted by the Ministry, unlike the Vertiserum that Flynn was brewing.
While all this mental turmoil and gymnastics were going on, Ronan had started leaning against the table holding his potion that he was now facing away from with his arms crossed, eyes seemingly focused on the floor. "I never specified who," he started, eyes moving from the floor to Professor Noble, from there to Flynn and back to the floor before settling back on Flynn for some reason, " and I most definitely never said poison." The other prefect believed him right?
Wait.....why was that so important to all of a sudden? Especially now?
OH.
Crap.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Salt!
Toddles dusted all morning he did and he cleaned kitchen and mopped floor and cooked for the studentisies and Toddles was TIRED. It was too much work and mean old Algamus was making mean old threats but this not so baby elf knew what to do.
When the coast was clear and no one would miss him, Toddles snuck away from the other elfsies and into the Potions Mister’s storage lab. He knew he would find exactly what he was looking for in here.
“Nope. Nope. Nope.” Toddles tossed vial after vial to the floor when he discovered it wasn’t what he wanted. But then, there it was!!!!!!
Toddlers snatched up a whole two vials then disappeared with a *POP*
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Flynn furrowed his brows at Ronan's comment about his jeans. Not only did that comment made his brows furrow but so did that wink. "Are you flirting with me, Carter?" If so, that was some terrible flirting. He didn't exactly mind if the Head Butt had a crush on him because it wouldn't be him that got hurt in the end; neither would it change how much he despised the guy. "I don't know what you're talking about," he matter-of-fact stated to the comment about the snake, even if he did.
He proceeded about his business, until he realized some of the ingredients he would need were in the locked storeroom, meaning he would have to ask Lucifer for permission. Damn. "Prefect Kowalski." That was his way of warning the guy without explicitly threatening him in front of the Potions Master. He was not tolerating that name, Flynnilyn, coming out of Ronan Carter's mouth. As for the comment about his nickname for Noble? He just smirked because he had the perfect response to that. He just didn't share said response.
"It's only obvious if you make someone drink from the vial," he pointed out. "Even then, it looks like water...." Clear and odorless. ".... so unless someone was suspicious." He hardly doubted they would know what it was. "It's also illegal to use." Yes, he knew that - then again, it wasn't like he hasn't done something illegal in the past. He did get arrested over the summer. It wasn't like he was necessarily planning on using the serum, having assumed Noble would take the potion from him after he successfully made it. All he wanted to do was see if he could make it.
..... and then Peeves happened....
He glanced over at Ronan when the word 'poison' was mentioned by the poltergeist. Before he could say anything, the ghost went through him, causing him to get this weird feeling. Ugh, he hated when they did that. He looked down at his shirt before looking back to Ronan, who was already trying to save himself, it seemed. "If you think I believe any word that comes out of your mouth," he sneered, "I suggest you think again."
He took out his wand now and filled his cauldron with water.
"It is good to know you're the poison-brewing type." And that was all he had to say about that.
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_______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.
Beth Greyvson clutched the old notebook to her chest as she stepped through the door to the potions laboratory. What was she going to do today? She didn’t kno—wait…the floor why was it sharp and covered in broken vials. ”careful, it’s a bit wet and sharp in here,” something about the disarray screamed TODDLES to the slytherin girl.
”I don’t want to sign the logbook,” Beth huffed as she made her way over to one of the workstations. Setting down her cauldron, bag, but this was something that had to be done. Potions, they were a staple of being a witch…yeah? She could do this.
Looking at the mess she pointed her wand ”evanesco”, she grinned it had worked. She’d non-beinged something. ”IT WORKED!” she jumped happily squealing – sure, there was still glass and something out there was likely overly happy. Another wave of her wand and she was helping clean the mess, some of it. Lots of it was still there.
Still feeling confident she waltzed over to the logbook and began signing it.
SPOILER!!: looooogbook
Name:Betty Anabeth C. Greyvson you should really call me Beth, nearly everyone else does Year: First House: Slytherin Potion: confidence potion…not the hair one, I’m trying to look into making one using ONLY essential oils and muggle-pagan-wiccan stuff so it can be used as a perfume/cologne
There it was signed…and now to begin the work – opening a bottle she began cleaning her cauldron…by hand, because really she needed to think about how to do this. Magic and oils…right?
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IF YOU MAKE HER ____________
Toddles dusted all morning he did and he cleaned kitchen and mopped floor and cooked for the studentisies and Toddles was TIRED. It was too much work and mean old Algamus was making mean old threats but this not so baby elf knew what to do.
When the coast was clear and no one would miss him, Toddles snuck away from the other elfsies and into the Potions Mister’s storage lab. He knew he would find exactly what he was looking for in here.
“Nope. Nope. Nope.” Toddles tossed vial after vial to the floor when he discovered it wasn’t what he wanted. But then, there it was!!!!!!
Toddlers snatched up a whole two vials then disappeared with a *POP*
Nimma arrived in the laboratory with a *POP!* She had come to do some dusting, but it became clear that she had a lot more than dust here! A frown appeared on her face. Someone had left quite a messies for her to clean up! Nimma couldn’t understand why a studentsie would destroy the vials, or why Master Noble had not made them clean it up! Nimma was happy to help him of course, but she would have expected that from him… if she was in the business of expecting. Nimma went right to work cleaning up the mess. As she got rid of the glass, she began to think about what she was looking at. It looked like someone was looking for something in particular, and was in quite a rush. Perhaps Master Noble had not seen what had happened? She examined the spilt potions, afraid of them mixing too much. Nimma was not in the habit of asking a wizard for help, but she hesitated when she did not know all of the properties of the magic she was handling (as one should!). Perhaps she could neutralize the effect?
Nimma snapped her fingers, and looked on curiously. Would the liquids show any sign of being changed? Telling herself that she would be okay since she was not actually drinking the potions, Nimma cleaned up the liquid. She looked around for Master Noble, wanting to make sure he was informed.
Quinn followed Beth into the Potions Lab, listening silently as her best friend went on muttering about the mess and the logbook. There was an uncharacteristically pleasant little smile on her face, one that was slightly tainted with worry. Still though, Quinn was happier after the holiday break than she'd felt in a long time. Genuinely, lastingly happy, not those little, strong bursts of giddy happiness she's gotten along the way... Content. That was the word she was searching for.
Quinnlin Kevelle, soon-to-be Moon, was content.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth of the Phoenix feather she'd woven into a braid as she brushed it and gave Beth an impressed little grin over Beth having successfully vanished part of the mess.
There was a quiet little pop as Beth stepped up to the logbook. Nimma had just appeared and was already setting about cleaning up the rest of the mess and started to look around. "Hi Nimma," she said, curtsying at the house-elf. But Beth was finished filling out the logbook and Quinn stepped up now.
She set down the quill and stepped over to the workstation next to Beth, pulling the collapsible cauldron out of her bag as she did so. The Animal Whisperer potion was one she was going to be making a lot over summer, and wanted to get a head start on perfecting it now.
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