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hermygirl · #1 (**permalink**) 06-13-2020, 01:24 AM

The classroom looks noticeably more cramped than usual when you enter, and it’s soon easy to see why. Where the last row of work benches was usually located had been roped off, covered in a caustic grey sludge, and a lingering smell of rotten eggs in the air. The unpredictable magic had resulted in multiple ruined brews in a previous class, as well as the catastrophic failure of several cauldrons. And, of course, now there seemed to be no magic at all. Still, Noble was one to make the most of things, and given the current situation appeared to be here to stay, he figured it was well worth going off syllabus and taking the teaching opportunity.

So, he’d left the exploded potion mess at the back, cleaning the rest of the classroom and adding extra chairs from the potions laboratory to the remaining workstations. Noble himself was stood at the front of the class, brow furrowed and lost in thought.

FearlessLeader19 · 06-13-2020, 01:44 AM

It disappointed Claudine that the last of the workstations were roped off. That meant her favourite part of the room was a big no-no. Still, the very last row available wasn't bad enough. "Hello, professor.'' The girl grimaced immediately after for the stench of rotten eggs lurked. It also made her want to gag but she willed herself not to and stepped further into the class. Maybe sitting at the back wasn't a good idea... the stench might be even stronger from the source.

Grudgingly, she opted to take a workstation somewhere in the middle. Not that it helped much.

What happened to the area at the very back, anyway? The part that was roped off? Claudine seemed to be forgetting an awful lot these days.

BanaBatGirl · 06-13-2020, 01:48 AM

Bernadette was strangely one of the first kids to Potions today???? Weird... maybe she'd forgotten the time class was supposed to be and had mixed it up with the Transfiguration or something...or worse, what if Potions had already happened and she was just repeating her schedule again?! What a nightmare...guess she'd better check her schedule...

She paused as she came into the room and noticed the MESS and the SMELL back here. "Um, for the record, that wasn't me, sir," Bernie announced loudly before coming up to the front of the room and taking a seat in the second row. "Also, hello, Professor, I hope you're in the right place at the right time like I definitely am." Right?!!? She was just saying this to reassure herself. And also... Bernie wondered as she settled into her seat, why can I see through my legs to the chair right now? WHY AM I TURNING INVISIBLE?

She wasn't especially disturbed by it though. Being invisible would DEFINITELY have its uses.

Daydreamer11 · 06-13-2020, 02:17 AM

Naya was confused. She thought she was late to Potions when it seemed that she was actually pretty early. She was having a hard time keeping her schedule straight these days. As she entered the classroom, the horrible stench hit her and made her stop in her tracks. How would she possibly tolerate that smell for the entire class? “Hello Professor”, she said as she found at seat at an empty work station.

Would she be considered out of uniform if she reached into her bag and covered her face with a scarf? At least the smell took her mind off of her translucent body and failing memory. Naya got herself ready for class and wondered what they would be brewing with no magic. Just another day at Hogwarts.

Anna Banana · 06-13-2020, 03:10 AM

Isla liked Potions. Maybe even loved Potions. There was just something about brewing together her own magic in a cauldron that really pleased her. Well, typically they'd use magic. She wasn't quite sure what they'd do today. She was here, and she was on time. So far, so good.

As soon as she walked into the room, the smell of rotten eggs reached her nose. A look of disgust replaced the previous expression on her face, and she drew in a deep sigh to keep from gagging. "Uhh, good day, Professor?" she greeted, but that came out more as a question than she had intended. Was it a good day? She didn't even know what had happened in here, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. Smelled like somebody had tried to brew a skunk...

Despite things, she couldn't help but crack a small smile when Bernie announced that the smell wasn't her. Isla took a seat near Bernie, and just as she started to say hello, she caught a glance of her arm and noticed how weird it looked. Why could she straight through it? She was starting to get that strange feeling of panic she felt that time she'd seen the flickering ghosts in the Great Hall.

I am not going crazy. I am not going crazy...

ArianaBlack · 06-13-2020, 05:13 AM

It was no secret that Professor Noble wasn't her biggest fan. What was a secret, however, was how much this upset Nina. She had spent hours crying after the dissection lesson from last term, swearing that she would drop the class (she wouldn't). She didn't know what Eiji saw in him. Maybe he liked Noble because they both had the same grumpy expression on their faces all the time. The last time she had purposefully ruined a potion was all the way back in fourth year! Professor Noble was holding an unfair grudge and Nina was absolutely certain that he had it out to get her. That was clearly the only explanation. She was a fantastic student. So.

And while she normally opted not to verbally greet her professors, she always snuck into the potions classroom wordlessly and without making eye contact. Lowering her head as she stepped inside, she made her way for the back work stations (as per usual), immediately stopping as the stench became more and more apparent. Oh my god. Gag. She plugged her nose, immediately upset that she couldn't cast a bubble-head charm to get rid of the G R O S S smell.

And to make matters even BETTER! Her bag was missing. Must have forgotten it in her previous lesson. Fantastic.

itsjustjesse · 06-13-2020, 07:25 AM

The stench coming from the back of the potions lab made Islay’s stomach flutter as if she was going to be sick. She was going to be fine. Breathing through her mouth so she could at least handle the scent of the room with a little more ease. “I’m sorry about the state of the room Professor,” she smiled over to the oldest person in the room. She didn’t remember if he was the professor at all, but it was easier to think he was.

Walking further into the room the brunette just glanced around the room for a moment. Taking her bag she moved and found an empty seat and sat down. Placing her bag on the table she began looking through it. She had her box of pens, after all she had never come to enjoy writing with a quill. One glove – one...glove. She shrugged her shoulder and just dumped the contents of her bag onto the work station as she looked through them and organized them.

Pen, quill,...ink...pencils – she opened the little empty pouch she normally kept her pens inside and stuffed them in – taking special care to put the quill back inside of her bag as she wasn’t going to use a quill today. She’d probably come out looking like a Rorschach test. Next, she took out her potions book and notebook and placed them on the table as she had every day. This was now her routine – go through her bag and put away the things she probably wouldn’t need.

Shoving everything she wasn’t going to use back into her bag the Gryffindor looked at the Professor again and questioned if she had greeted him yet. Surely she hadn’t “Hello Professor, are you having a nice day despite the state of the room?” she asked with a kind smile.

Sunflower · 06-13-2020, 07:37 AM

Jina wished she could forget how dreadful her potion brewing was becoming lately. She wished she could blame it all on the unpredictable magic within the school, but she had to admit that it was partly because she kept messing up the procedure. Potions was one of her strongest subjects, so her repeated failure upset her very much. She was terribly worried about NEWT examinations, though she hoped they would be delayed so that she would have more time to prepare. Besides, she had more pressing issues to worry about at the moment, like the fact that all students and staff were becoming translucent. And that they were all locked in the castle and unable to communicate with anyone outside. And ... there were probably some more important things, which she forgot.

"Hello, Professor Noble," she greeted the Potions Master as she entered the classroom. A quick glance at the back of the room reminded her again that her potions skills were deteriorating, though fortunately she had never melted her cauldron, if she remembered correctly. She wondered what they were going to learn today now that they were unable to use magic safely. She blinked a few times, then moved to find a place to sit.

Stefan · 06-13-2020, 11:40 AM

As days pass by, Noah thought things were getting worse, especially his memory. It was like his head was always on a cloud, drifting from one thought to another-- mostly forgetting the mundane, yet important stuff like class schedules. Despite his efforts to remember his schedule for the day by writing everything down on his left arm, he also found himself exhausted from doing his school work twice...even thrice because he kept forgetting he'd already done it. He wasn't like his Ravenclaw twin whom he thought would be more than happy to do her homework more than once just to be sure it's correct and perfect.

Remembering that he still got lessons that day, Noah did a quick change of clothes (because he couldn't remember if he showered that morning), just, so he could keep a decent appearance at the very least. However, he had another scuffle with their malfunctioning common room door upon exit, and his jumper's right sleeve got caught upon its sudden closing. Desperate to reach the dungeons on time, Noah pulled away from the door leaving his sleeve behind.

Now, sporting a missing jumper sleeve, Noah sheepishly and hurriedly shuffled inside the Potion's classroom, only to be taken aback by the rotten smell. The poor boy gagged, but pushed his way inside the room, giving the professor an apologetic look. "Hello, professor..." he mumbled, taking his seat and began to wonder where his book bag was. Noah grunted under his breath, and braced himself for the worst.

As he made himself comfortable in his seat, the Gryffindor suddenly sat right up, feeling the chair way, way too much. Did he...? Did he just forget...???

Noah took his destroyed jumper off and wrapped it around his head in embarrassment, letting his head drop on the table with a dull thud. Of all the things he'd have to forget, it had to be his underpants.

Merlin, help this boy.

aRogueOne · 06-13-2020, 12:03 PM

What…was he doing? One moment, he was outside his common room and the next moment, he was breathing in fumes of what appeared to be a grey ooze of sorts with no clue how he had in fact got to the potions lab or how he’d ended up already at a work station alone.

”Uhh…Hi Professor?”, his greeting more of a question that an actual greeting because he really wasn’t sure if he’d said it already or not. Had he talked to anyone else in the class? Rubbing his eyes a little and doing his best to keep his rather large frame to himself due to the cramped circumstances, he just simply sat there, alone, waiting for the lesson to start and please could it start and end ASAP. He wanted to get out of here before he died from breathing in that putrid egg smell too much.

Samia · 06-13-2020, 12:19 PM

Missa knew Potions would be a disaster.

She HARDLY ever got things right in potions, it took her immense effort to not suck in this class - but pair this kind of luck with how awful her memory was these days? Potions would be a disaster.

Full of anxiety, the brunette made it to class -- but with a charms book, and transfiguration homework - and very much unaware of it.

"Hello Professor," the ravenclaw prefect smiled Eiji's favorite and before looking around for an empty seat.

Also, noticing that smell and the mess of the back rows, she glanced at the man, "potions experiment gone wrong?"

sweetpinkpixie · 06-13-2020, 02:16 PM

Eiji never thought he would see the day where he resented potions...but it had come. The level of waste as a result of Hogwart's current situation was nauseating and the Slytherin was already feeling this effect before he even stepped into the classroom...and then the stench hit him like a ton of bricks. If the smell was not horrendous enough, then seeing the source of it was the last straw. He wanted to vomit. Just LOOK at all that. So many ingredients wasted and perfectly fine cauldrons ruined. If the task of the day from Professor Noble was to clean, Eiji would gladly do it if for no other reason than to salvage the cauldrons. Those brews themselves were hopeless as even his own storage of well documented ingredients he had hand grown and hand selected from the grounds were not reacted as they SHOULD be. So there truly was no way to remedy whatever had gone wrong with those.

Truly. Nauseating. It was as though everything he grew up knowing had been a lie. A bezoar was not a cure all but rather a sheep that baa'd at you and could whistle the alphabet backwards while riding a unicycle.

Nonsensical and infuriating.

"Do you require assistance in cleaning those, professor?" Eiji asked solemnly, his hazel-green eyes gloomily gazing at the messes. To most, this would seem uncharacteristic of the Slytherin - offering help - but Potions and Professor Noble were always the exception.

Also. Know what was still useless and he STILL didn't know why he had one in his pocket? His remembrall. Which was as empty in hue as his thoughts had been that morning when waking up and trying to remember how to tie his house tie...which was in one giant knot around his neck. A literal knot and not one of those fancy Victoria or Four in Hand knots. A literal knot so both strands sort of stuck out to either side sloppily. He had become too frustrated in his continued attempt to deal.

Felixir · 06-13-2020, 04:45 PM

These days, Nem was fond of commenting that there seemed little point in going to lessons, because if they did die - and who was to say it wasn't likely, given they were all already being drained of magic, memory, and opacity at a rapid clip - what a drag it would be to spend so much of their remaining time in class. And they couldn't even use magic, which made it worse than pointless. Boring as it was, Nem would rather be idle than muggle.

Whether Nem actually believed they were all going to die or not was neither here nor there, they supposed they'd find out for sure sooner or later, and another pointless thing would be to fret about it. But it was fun to keep mentioning it to the other kids, and where better to do so than in an actual class, where everyone gathered?

Ready to immediately launch into such a lament - doom and gloom mode activated and everything, because it really was a great defence - Nem walked into the Potions classroom... and the thoughts were immediately driven from their mind by that mess. "Gross." Did Noble want them cleaning it or something? "Smells like someone's a bit gassy again today." They said this at the exact moment that they passed Castillo, looked pointedly at her, and gave her a sympathetic sort of smile. Poor dear.

They moved off and found a chair at another workstation which they flopped into, dropping their bag onto the floor beside them. "Sir," was the greeting Noble got.

... wait.

Wasn't there something... they were going to say? What... was it...

Nem briefly narrowed their eyes at nothing in particular while they tried to remember, but a moment later had cast their confusion aside. No point getting all worked up trying to catch that thought again, and anyway, if it came to them once, it would probably occur to them again in the future.

MadMadamMalfoy · 06-13-2020, 05:03 PM

Between advice from his older siblings and his own experiences, Heath had learned that the only way to survive potions with Noble was to follow all instructions exactly. The problem was that lately he’d been having trouble recalling even the simplest directions! It had gotten so bad that he’d taken to writing everything down, which was the only reason he remembered that he had potions today and what he would need for the lesson. Seriously what was wrong with his memory? He’d never had trouble remembering things before! The stress of… whatever was going on must be getting to him; that was the only explanation that made sense.

The moment he walked into the potions classroom, Heath was hit with a rancid stench that made him want to gag, but he willed himself not to make a dramatic scene about it. Ugh! Where was that smell coming from?! It was only then when he noticed the gray… mess in the back row. Did Professor Noble forget to clean that up or something? Maybe memory loss was affecting the professor too?

“Hello, Professor,” Heath greeted with a polite nod as he passed. As if on autopilot, he started to make his way toward the back but stopped himself just in time. So much for sitting at his usual workstation! Instead, he chose a station toward the middle of the room, not too close to… whatever happened at the back but not close enough to draw attention to himself either.

Hey Ju · 06-13-2020, 06:38 PM

Catherine was far from being remotely amused by everything that had been going on. She didn't care about the strange weather - although it did make her curious, but not curious enough to look into it -, but not going back home for the holidays, and now not being able to remember the simplest things was plenty to make her constantly annoyed.

That was the reason for her frown as she entered the Potions classroom. That, and the stench. Sweet Merlin, that room was in need of some serious cleaning. It wasn't professor Noble's fault, of course. The lack of magic was a pain, especially when it came to cleaning big messes like that. Even her mother used a lot of magic back home to get the whole house clean - and the mess there was even worse than this thanks to her siblings. No, professor Noble was not at fault at all.

It didn't mean she was exactly willing to clean that up herself. That was gross and she wanted to learn to make Potions, not clean a room. She already knew how to do the latter. Ish.

She stared at the roped session for a few seconds before blinking and heading towards the front of the room. Catherine took her usual seat near the wall after nodding to the professor as a greeting and hoped they would at least learn something that will help cover the stench, or get rid of it altogether. Shame it wouldn't involve magic, but maybe that would make it very useful for their current situation, and possibly even for when she went back home.

Watson · 06-13-2020, 11:29 PM

Gosh it smelt AWFUL in here. It smelled like sulfur... like the volcanic areas that he and his family had driven past on holiday when they had gone to Yellowstone but worse... The very description of it was hard for Noah to nail down. As soon as he entered the classroom, the boy felt a wave of nausea pass over him. Gross. He took a deep breath through his mouth (not his nose) because hopefully that was better and waited until his senses somewhat adjusted.

The Gryffindor made an effort to secure a seat as far away from the last row as possible which meant he was sitting closer to the front than he would have liked. "Hello Professor," he said, offering a smile. Now... What would they be learning today? He assumed they could probably mix a few things like the muggle kids chemistry set his parents had bought for him and Ewan when they were little.

He noticed Islay with her bag's contents all over the desk. "Whatcha looking for, Is?" he asked, wondering if she forgot something back at the dorm cause he totally understood that feeling. The boy had left his friend's Christmas presents in the boy's dorm not once but three times when he had gone to meet up with his mates.

iBeJenn · 06-14-2020, 12:08 AM

For the life of her, Juliette could not remember the professor's name. She kept rubbing her translucent chin with her matching hand as she walked to the classroom. What she could remember was that potions was cool and she was looking forward to class. As she entered, Juliette raised her hand to greet the professor - or who she assumed was the professor since he was at the front of the classroom - and did a slight head tilt. "Hey Professor." Omitted the name cause... she honestly couldn't remember.

She wrinkled her nose at the smell and wondered who passed some gas cause it staaaaank in here. "It smells like someone tooted," Juliette muttered under her breath as she looked around the room. Where did she normally sit? Couldn't really recall.

She settled for a seat by Bernie. Because that was a familiar face and some familiarity was definitely needed in these times. And if they were all really becoming ghosts like Juliette suspected, why were they even attending classes? This was a wasted opportunity to prank everyone at Hogwarts.

Chelliephone · 06-14-2020, 12:15 AM

Oh she hoped she was heading to the right class. K was beginning to feel more and more out of it every day. She'd found she was forgetting where she was supposed to be so often, that she actually was starting to study more because of the new excess amount of time she had. Of course this had lead to a couple of missed meals and meet ups with friends, and had also proved entirely useless since she couldn't remember what she had read anyways, but oh well.

For today, she thought she had potions. And judging by the amount of people heading down towards the dungeons, she was correct. Unless she was just following a bunch of Slytherins going back to their common rooms and didn't realize it. But no, nope it was definitely potions. Slipping into the room, she forced a smile in greeting at her Head of House, "Hello Professor Noble" before heading off to find a seat. She started towards the back, but stopped as the stench was continuously getting worse the farther back she went, and decided for the middle instead. Noticing Heath she smiled slightly before slipping into one of the chairs next to him and pulling out all of her necessities for note taking.

Cassirin · 06-14-2020, 12:34 AM

Whew, it smelled HORRIBLE in here. Phoebe pulled the collar of her shirt up over her nose, so she was all eyes and forehead, and looked for a seat as far away from the smelly goop as possible. Small comfort was that Phoebe wasn't herself responsible for this particular mess, at least not that she remembered. She'd know if she'd blown up a classroom, right?

"Hullo, Professor, sir," Phoebe muttered through the cloth of her shirt. "Very nice to see you, and a very pleasant day for a Potions class." Maybe he could give them a bit of peppermint or something to rub under their noses? That would be the nice thing to do.

kayquilz · 06-14-2020, 12:58 AM

"Elllllllo, Professor Noble," Aboli said almost cheerfully as she entered the dreary, stinky....er, lovely potions lab. "Being translucent suits you, kinda," she said with a headtilt before taking a spot near Noah and Kimmie, doing her best to get on Noble's good side. Professor Grumpy-Gills didn't need anymore reason to be surly todaaaay, oh ho-ho no! The Slytherin couldn't place why she felt chipper, but it might have to do with a particularly solid - ha ha, was anything solid????? these days???? - meditation practice.

So what fabulous magic-less potions would they be making today? Aboli was soooOOooo curious.

Fireheart · 06-14-2020, 01:45 AM

Avalon had tried to convince herself that today would be a better day. Even though she had Potions, which wasn't one of her favorite classes, she was determined to make the day a little more cheerful. The weird happenings of the past few weeks were starting to take a toll on her, and she was tired of feeling so forgetful and miserable. Unfortunately, her newfound positivity was short-lived. As soon as she entered the Potions classroom, her nose wrinkled in disgust. She frowned at the unsightly sludge coating part of the classroom as she grabbed an empty seat. Avalon gave Professor Noble a polite nod in greeting as she rifled through her materials for class. Hopefully they would not be attempting to make whatever that was in the back that smelled so repulsive.

hjhm · 06-14-2020, 09:31 AM

Jillian was baffled at everything in this classroom right now. She's completely dumbfounded and all she could think of was that this was a big waste of potions. The smell was the last thing that's bothering her really. Tsk. A lot was happening and Jillian was trying to stop stressing too much about it since there is not much she (or anyone) can do anything about it. Potions is the one thing that she doesn't want to be ruined... Guess she spoke too soon.

Her eyes glanced at their Potion's professor and greeted the man "Hello, Professor" oh and also "Professor... if you need help with the cleaning" she continued "I would like to help" she offered before making her way to nearest place to sit.

*Nordic Witch* · 06-14-2020, 12:29 PM

What was that awful smell? It smelled like rotten, what? Cole couldn't remember exactly but it'd come to him. Like when he had calmed down a bit after the sprint from the astronomy tower down to the potions laboratory. He had thought he had astronomy when he was supposed to have potions. Been super sure of it too. It was weird. Breathing heavily Cole took in the sight of the potions classroom. Sheesh it looked like several potions had exploded in there and the professor hadn't bothered to clean it up, for some reason or was there trouble with the sewage system? He didn't remember messing any potions up lately so Cole was sure it wasn't his mess but his memory wasn't on it's top game lately.

Choosing a seat where the rotten stench wasn't as thick Cole turned his attention up front. "Hello professor! Is there something wrong with the schools sewage system? It smells so gassy gross in here." Sitting down he got his supplies out wondering why he hadn't packed his potions textbook.

Destiny · 06-14-2020, 01:36 PM

She wasn't going to say it.

Nope, nope, NOPE.

No matter how badly she wanted to, she was not going to mention that she now knew what the Slytherin common room smelled like. Firstly, she was way too close to the Slytherin lair, and figuring the Snakes could do whatever they wanted down there, their territory and all, she wasn't going to risk it. And secondly, if that really was how the common room smelled.. she kind of felt bad.

The smell was TERRIBLE! Why couldn't THIS be the lesson that she forgot to attend, huh? Too late to back out now, though, Flora entered the classroom and took a seat as faaaaaar away from the nasty back row as she could. Could she sit at the Professor's station instead? Probably not.

And speaking of the Professor.. That was him, right? She squinted a little. "Hello, Professor!" She wasn't going to volunteer to clean up like the others. Bunch of weirdos.

*PhoenixRising* · 06-14-2020, 07:01 PM

Was it normal to be a nervous wreck when going to potions? Not normally for Carsyn but with the recent changes and the no magic, especially after the cookie baking disaster with Hero, she was a little more anxious than usual. What if she forgot to add a crucial ingredient? What if she didn't stir correctly?

And what in Merlin's name was that AWFUL smell?

"Alright, who let one rip just now?" Carsyn declared looking around for the guilty person(s) ~~and simultaneously an empty seat hopefully not near the gassy individual~~

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