First Years- Lesson Four- Term Four

[Desideria Tapia]

{ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS!- Please take note as to where this class is located. When you went down to the dungeons to attend Potions class today, you inexplicably ended up in the Divinations classroom! If you're looking for your Divination class, you won't find it here!}


It was a rather boring day. That was all there was to say; breakfast has been plain, tea the same, and nothing exciting had happened in her class that she was aware of. In fact, it was almost too normal and boring and had she been any other professor, perhaps the Hufflepuff Head of House would have known something was wrong.

As it was, the classroom was set up as always, block tables with four chairs apiece, the blackboard behind the desk, the desk at the front of the room, the storage closet locked and enchanted just behind, and the woman sitting at her desk munching on biscuits and reading the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. It wasn't often Desideria read up on what was going on, but with the raising prices of potion ingredients she'd taken an interest in keeping up with it all. After all, she needed to know if she was getting the best deals and whether it would be more proper to buy from a dealer, or from a dealer. The market wasn't the best place to haunt, not when she was trying to be as professional as she was, but some of their prices that had whispered in her ear were better than those she was seeing.

Engrossed in the ink popping off the paper, the woman was not aware of anything taking place outside her classroom, unaware of the approaching students who wouldn't understand where her class was, and why it wasn't where it should've been located.

Behind the portly woman on the blackboard was written:

First Years
Memory Potion
D. Tapia

[vi]

Vi loved Potions more than any other class she'd taken, and was sad to see that this would be the last class she took until next year. "Better make the best of it." She said to herself rather glumly. She turned the corner in the hallway into the dungeons, then looked around to find that she was no longer in the dungeons at all. Taken aback, Vi dropped her books onto the floor. She was in a different classroom, one she had never seen before. They were in a tower, that was for sure...but how? The professor seemed to not even notice that her classroom was not where she left it.

The girl relaxed a little and then looked at the board, assuming that everything was okay. If the professor wasn't freaking out, why should she? Vi put on her tough front and placed her stuff near her cauldron. Today they would be making a Memory Potion, and from what Vi knew, that definitely had to do with Jobberknoll feathers, and that Jobberknolls were extremely strange birds. Nothing to do now but wait.

[Isabella Huntington]

The day had finally come - her last Potions class of the year. It was difficult for Izzy to believe that her first year was almost at a close... when she first arrived at Hogwarts, the first few months had crawled by. And then, only after she had gotten used to the strange wizarding world and school, time flew by. And now, she was just one month away from leaving the castle to return to her family for the summer. And would her parents be in for a surprise when she got home! Over the past year, the Gryffindor had grown a lot; not just physically, but mentally as well. For one, she was much more responsible and mature. In fact, now was a perfect example of that.

Izzy made her way across the Entrance Hall and started her descent to the dungeons. She had just finished her breakfast and was now on her way to Potions, her eyes bright, appearance presentable, and bounce in her step. Eight months ago, the red head would only be crawling out of her four-poster bed now. She'd throw on her robes, stuff her items into her bag, and race out of the portrait to hopefully make it to class on time. This was no longer the case - Izzy was prepared and alert... or so she thought.

"Wha...?" the Gryffindor muttered. Just seconds ago, she was in the dungeons, stepping into the potions classroom, and now... she was in one of the tower classrooms. How in the world did she get up here? She couldn't have taken a wrong step - she had gotten plenty of sleep last night and was wide awake, ready to go.

Turning around, Izzy stuck her head into the hallway, which was neither dark or dreary. She was definitely not in the dungeons. Confused, the first year stepped back into the classroom and surveyed her surroundings - everything was in its proper place, one student she knew of was already there, and so was the professor, who looked too calm for someone who wouldn't have known about this.

"Uh, excuse me professor?" Izzy asked, stepping further into the room. "Am I going mad, or was I just transported from the dungeons to the towers by stepping through a doorway?"

[Christian Nagle]

Last potions of the year. It seemed to loom ahead of him like a long awaited surprise, the kind when the excitement mounts and multiplies during the course of the waiting period. Going down to the dungeons, however, was a trick he wouldn't miss a bit of in the forthcoming summer holiday. The dank and dreariness of the dungeon didn't particularly cater to feelings of an uplifting, bright or shiny nature. And it smelled too - smelled like mold and too much moisture everywhere. When the school had been a functioning castle, he thought, it would be hard to stay sane down here in chains. He hoisted his rucksack a little higher on his shoulder and descended into the dungeon.

In the past year much had changed. For one, Chris had never anticipated that he would be where he was now one year ago. He'd thought he'd never leave home. Now when he woke up it wasn't in the dreary cellar bedroom of his manor house - where he called home - but in the tower of Gryffindor house with his mates all around him. He'd also expected that he'd get taller than he was, but the only amount of growth he'd managed was muscle from Quidditch training. His shoulders were broader and looked more muscular than when he'd arrived at the castle. He also noticed his chest was developing in much of the same way. It confused and thrilled him. SOmeday, maybe, he could hold his own in a fight with Eston. And his face had changed too. He'd lost some of that youthfulness in his appearance. He didn't look like a lost puppy anymore but a maturing dog. All these things he liked.

Thoughts consumed him as he traveled the familiar path toward the Potions classroom, completely unaware of the changes that had been arranged there. It wasn't until Chris looked up, moments before he stepped over the threshold, that he sensed something was not in order. But moments later, he found himself, along with two others, in a nice sunny classroom that was nowhere near the dungeon classroom he had been heading to. He saw that Izzy had preceded him... or maybe she had been here first? It seemed she had preceded him for she looked as confused as he felt.

'Bloody 'ell,' was all Chris could say as he walked to the door and looked out into the sunny, warm hallway which he supposedly must have come from. 'This isn't right. It's too early for this,' he said as he rubbed his eyes and turned back into the classroom.