The dungeons was as dark and gloomy as ever; just as it's master liked it. Gliding up and down the aisles of the desk, Professor Snape flicked his wand at each of the desks, conjuring up a parchment of specifically laid out instructions for today's classwork. He grew bored of the usual chalkboard method and wanted to give this a try.
He strode to the front of his classroom and took a seat at his desk, placing his wand on the desk. Folding his hands over his lap; he waited for these snivelling students to march their way into the room for today's Potions lesson.
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Re: Lesson « Reply #1 on Aug 12, 2007, 10:08pm »
Vin found himself walking to the dungeons more and more each day, mostly for his Potions class, mosty for other things, He made his way into the classroom, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the classroom, did Snape not ever hear of lights? He wondered as he made his way to a table located near the back.
Sitting down, he pulled out his wand and places it in front of him, followed by his book, ink a rolled up peice of parchment, and his quill, ready for todays lesson.
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Re: Lesson « Reply #2 on Aug 12, 2007, 10:20pm »
Meleny walked into the dark dungeon. She blinked twice trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She walked to the back of the classroom and took her seat. Nobody else was there except for another Ravenclaw she was unfamilar with. She reached into the messenger bag that was on her shoulder and pulled out ink, a quill and a piece of parchment and waited for Snape to discuss the day's lesson.
Madison climbed down the steps to the dungeon, she was heading to her favorite class. Potions was the best subject, she loved mixing concoctions. Not only that, but Professor Snape was her favorite teacher, the way he always favored Slytherins and gave them extra points for no reason usually. She entered the dark, cold dungeon but she was used to the chill. The Slytherin common room was just the same.
Madison sat down at her desk and looked at the parchment on her desk. They were instructions. So Snape was abandoning his old blackboard ways? She liked this better anyway, it made the directions easier to read. She decided to wait for the other students to arrive before beginning, though.
She remembered her sister, Emma. It was fifteen years ago, when Madi was two and Emma was twelve. Voldemort had come to her grandparents' house, where they had been staying. Madi's grandparents were killed instantly. And then he had advanced on Madi, but Emma protected her. Emma had stalled so Madi could get out, and hours later when she had come back she found her sister on the floor gone forever
The infamous scowl found it's way onto the smug visage of Professor Snape as the students trickled into his dungeon. A smile spread on his lips as Madison Doutre flanked in, nodding his head curtly. It wasn't very difficult for him to keep pleasantries with known Death Eaters, he had been doing so for years. "Good morning, Miss Doutre." He stood from his seat and glanced around as the remaining students began to file in and he cleared his throat, beginning to discuss what they were doing today.
"Well, it's ever so lovely that so many of your classmates decided it'd be smart to be late to my class. Well, they'll pay for it accordingly. Now, today we will be learning how to make the Mandrake Draught potion. It is very useful for curing those who have been petrified. Perhaps you could bring this to some use in reference to your Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Umbridge. Now...when you sat down today, you see that I have laid out precise directions and ingredients listing for how to create this potion. Upon my finishing of this little diatribe, you may begin. Raise your hand when you were finished and I will see how you have done."
Professor Snape smiled his usual cold smile and began rifiling through papers on his desk. Blinking a bit, he stood up, obviously forgetting to add something.
"Oh, and once I have checked your potions and bestowed upon you your marks for the day, your homework will appear on the back of that very parchment."
Homework 1. What are the ingredients of the Strengthening Solution? (Some aren't required, so just list them all) 2. If you were skeptical of someone's loyalty or honesty towards you, what would be a sufficient potion to acquire or produce to satisfy your wonder? 3. What potion is Gregory the Smarmy famous for?
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[center] Homework #2 Potions Class Professor Snape[/center]
Cold blue orbs narrowed to the front of the class as she walked in, her potions book held under her right arm pit; and small container bag in her right hand. With her left; she held open the door for the student whom came in behind herself. Zaniah was villainous by nature, but without manners she was not; having been raised in a very wealthy family. A scowl crossed the appealing features of her face, as she watched the Gryffindor thank, and smile to her. If only she had her sisters, cold-blooded approach to things. Then maybe, she would have tripped the repulsive student. But instead she did not,.
Graciously the 7th year lifted her head, straightened her back and strode to the very front of the indistinct room. A malicious grin spread over thin lips as she curtly nodded to the Professor, and sat beside a young Hufflepuff….her puppet; Miss. Amelia Copperstone. Zaniah seemed to feed off the distress of this individual more so then any other in Hogwarts. The mentally wounded, were always so much easier to control then any other being; mostly because of their lack of caring. Slowly the teenager removed the needed materials for this particular class; from her satchel and perfectly placed each thing in it’s rightful place. Before, placing her inquisitive peek toward the board ahead of the room.
Amelia had been one of the few lucky ones to arrive to class on time, if not earlier than expected, sitting in her usual spot up front. As the last of the students filed in, she felt the hairs of the back of her neck stand on edge as someone approached her. Not bothering to even look back, she knew who it was. Zaniah Izar. The 7th year Slytherin student who she had run into at the Library earlier and then followed to the bathroom incogneto..or at least she thought she did. What happened between would not be mentioned, for fear of fellow students being able to read into her mind as she thought or ask by the rather disturbed expression her face overtook at that moment.
Now sitting down beside her, Amelia would try her best to focus her attention as Professer Snape explained what they would be doing in class that day. Another potion, the Mandrake Draught potion to be exact--this time to cure petrification--would be practiced upon, a list of ingredients and directions seen upon each of their desks. Amelia had already set about preparing the things needed, knowing most likely that they would be making something. Always be prepared was her motto.
Gathering the ingredients needed from the cupboards, she returned to her seat and began to work. Taking hold of some Mandrake; being it the basic ingredient used in the potion, she placed it into the cauldron in front of herself when needed, along with stirring it about slowly. As she did this, her mind wandered off elsewhere. Back to a few weeks earlier. Back to 'that' time. It seemed lately that was all she could think about. Over and over in the back of her mind like a broken record. She knew she needed to accept what had happened and move on, but when it was best friends that were involved, you don't just up and forget it."Maybe we should learn to make the Forgetful Potion..."
Neorift could not get this song out of his head, and he couldn't figure out what song it was. But he thought it was so nice that he'd dance to it, and dance he did. Danced right into Snape's class he did, not caring who saw. The only thing he could hear is the song, playing so loud in his mind he didn't hear if anyone was talking to him. He didn't care either. He would find out the work from his friends later.
Finally taking a seat next to some friends, he finally calmed down enough to set his supplies down. Looking around, wondering why everyone was watching him. He laughed slightly and pretended to dance again, but then stopped. He couldn't help but laugh once Snape gave his instructions. Didn't we already learn to make this already? Are you so old that you're getting senile? I think we might need to replace you.
Dakota sat in the Gryffindor common room, her face concealed by the novel she was reading, written by a muggle. She hadn't noticed everyone leaving the room to go to class and not even her brother had brought it to her attention. She finished chapter four and gazed down to her wrist watch. Uh oh.
With a snap of her book and a hasty grab for her bag, Dakota scrambled out of the common room and proceeded as fast as she could, the dungeons were at the bottom of the castle and Gryffindor common room was near the top. She didn't pass many students in the hall, though there were a few who had a free period right now and were either looking at her with a very confused expression on their faces or having silent fits of laughter. She ignored them.
Entering the cold, dark dungeons, Dakota managed to get to the classroom without knocking over the suit of armor near her in her hurry to get to class. She sat down in the back of the room and took out her parchment, quill, and ink. She always took notes in each class and hoped that she hadn't missed too much.
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Silence. Ron walked down the dark dusty hallway, looking for his two friends, Harry and Hermione. Where were they? They were supposed to be going to potions together. The flop flop of Ron's shoes echoed through the halls. He decided that they had probably gone to potions without him and he didn't want to be late.
Ron exhaled and went in the direction of the door. He turned the knob and walked into the familiar dark, gloomy classroom and sat in he, Harry, and Hermione's usual table. Looking left and then right, Ron noticed that they weren't there yet. What were they doing? He unpacked his materials and started his potion, wishing Hermione was there to help him.
He alked down the hall, smoothing down his green and black robes, a scowl on his face. This was his favorite class, the one he was going to. Draco was flanked by his usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Stupid they may be, but they were strong and came in good use. They always did his bidding with no or little questions.
The Slytherin teen took a deep breath and sat down in the back, lifting his cauldron onto his desk. The Weasley boy sat nearby, sitting at his regular table. It looked like Potter and Granger weren't there yet, maybe they'd gotten sick or hurt, he thought hopefully. Though fate wasn't usually on his side, so this probably wasn't the case.
George entered the classroom and sat next to his brother, Ron. He didn't know where Fred as but once he came, George would move. "Where is everybody?" He asked Ron, "I mean Fred isn't here, I'm usually always with him - and you're always with Harry and Hermione." He looked to the back of the room where Draco Malfoy and his cronies sat, looking malicious as usual. He rolled his eyes and looked at Snape, knowing that if Fred came in late that he'd knock a bunch of points off from Gryffindor - but class hadn't started yet.
Speculating at George, Ron exhaled and looked at the door. "I have no idea, to be honest, George. It's a bit outlandish, actually. I mean Fred is always with you and Harry, Hermione, and I are pretty much always together!" He grimaced and looked at his assignment on his desk. "Great, more homework," Ron grunted, starting a fire underneath his cauldron to begin.
George realized that class had started and lookd at the instructions in front of him. He wouldn't work that hard on the homework, he never really did but wasn't that worried about grades. In fact, he wasn't really sure why he was still taking potions, he didn't need it to be a joke shop owner. "Seriously, where are they?" He asked, looking hopefully at the door. Fred was probably working on something fun without him.
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