Second and Third Years Potions Lesson 2

[Desideria Tapia]

The light drizzle outdoors affected the conditions of the dungeons greatly that afternoon. Cold and damp, the dungeons were best to be experienced with extra layers. Desideria was dressed in three sweaters under her robes, making the portly woman look larger than normal.

Again, it was another class where Desideria was going to teach her students medical potions. The one she thought would come in handy for the students who were taking, or would be taking, Care of Magical Creatures the next year.

Knitting up a scarf, a present for someone who'd been helping the woman out that year, Desideria sat at her desk working quickly with purples, blues, and off-whites. On the board behind her was written:

Second and Third Years
Burn-Healing Potion
D. Tapia

[Jeremy Taylor]

Despite the scowl on Jeremy's face, this was his favorite class. As smelly as the subject tended to be and as cold, drafty, and damp as the dungeons usually were, making potions didn't involve any wand waving and was just a matter of following directions. Any idiot could follow directions.

He stomped into the classroom, not happy about the weather, not happy about sitting with the third years again, not happy about being the first one there. He glared at the board and caught sight of the professor who was knitting something. Daddy's mommy knitted him sweaters sometimes and while they were often itchy and ugly, the sight of the needles flashing through the yarn made him miss her.

"What are you making?" he asked, forgetting to be angry and noticing how nicely the colors matched.

[hannah]

The weather was getting cooler and Hannah was looking forward to the nice, cold weather than the warm weather. Hannah wasn't a fan of summer, she always ended up being sweaty from the heat and she didn't really like feeling hot and sluggish. The cold weather suited her more, except when it came to classes and she had to wear layer upon layer to actually stay warm so she could concentrate on learning instead of being cold.

Still, it was a nuisance wearing extra layers of clothing in winter. Hannah always ended up being sweaty in the end anyhow, and would have to take off one layer to remain at a temperature that suited her. It was even worse with classes, because some classrooms were warmer than others and vice versa, so even though Hannah felt okay in one class temperature wise, she always had to add or subtract when it came to her next class.

Walking into the Potions class, already with her normal school uniform on, plus black stockings on to keep her legs from freezing below her skirt, on top she already had a blue jumper underneath, a black one on top of that and finally her school robes. Hannah figured she wouldn't need much more than that, since in the end, she'd have the warmth of the cauldrons boiling as well.

Throwing the Professor a smile, Hannah wandered over to where Jeremy was, taking a seat near him, busying herself by getting her things ready for class.

[Brenton Douglas]

The one good thing about potions was it wasn't too far from his common room and he could hardly be expected to be late. During his breaks when it started getting cold out he tended to stay near the Slytherin lair, knowing that if he got cold there was always lots of stuff he could pile on to keep warm in. Then again, he refused to wear anything but his school mandated uniform the majority of the time.

Kicking his way down the hall, Brenton knew there was plenty of time to spare, but kind of hoped to get to the class early just so he could be sure to get a spot at the table with his friends. It wouldn't be cool if they all sat together and he was off on his own. Nope, it couldn't happen.

Entering the class, he was rather relieved to see only Hannah and Jeremy in the classroom and immediately took up a seat at their table. His bag dropped to the floor as he smiled over at Hannah, ignoring whatever Jeremy had asked their professor and instead started digging through to the bottom of his bag to find his potions kit and book. He'd have to wait for the Professor to announce the potion of the day before he could find it in his book, but at least he'd look semi-prepared.

"Hiya guys," he greeted both of his friends, relieved to be able to sit with them.

[Claire Desrosiers]

Ah Potions, a class Claire had enjoyed not only because it was so close to the common room but also because she thought it was interesting. So for today's class, the young snake came in with a smile as she came in and read the board. Burn-Healing potion...boy have I needed something like that for a little while now. Not the Claire like to experient with fire, it was just that she could sometimes be a clutz. But that was a minor detail that a person like herself doesn't like to mention.

Seeing Hannah, Jeremy and Brenton already in the room Claire gave a small smile in greeting. She didn't really talk to the Ravenclaws basically because one day the Slytherin was trying to be nice to one in class last year and wasn't treated well in return. So she did not really say much. Guess being a snake had its disadvantages when it came to talking to people sometimes. Meanwhile, their professor was knitting something at her desk while everyone filed in. Picking a seat somewhere Claire put her bag down and started to get her things ready for when the bell rung.

[Desideria Tapia]

"'Ello Mr. Taylor," Desideria greeted the second year as he entered her class room. Another one who sometimes seemed a little timid and she wanted to break him of it, but she had yet to have the right timing to enter into such a conversation with the boy. It was best to break him of the habit now than later of having the potential but wasting it because of timidness. But when he seemed to take an interest in her little project, the woman smiled warmly in beckoned him a little bit closer. "This 'ere is going to be a scarf for one of my teaching assistants this year as a Christmas gift. I figured I'd be best off putting it all together now so I wouldn't 'ave to rush later to do it."

While Desideria didn't know Layla's favorite colors, she was hoping the standards of a gift would hold true all the same. Besides, one could find more than one use for a scarf if they put their minds to it.

Looking up to see Hannah enter, the woman gave another warm smile and greeted the young girl. Her second and third year class was one of her favorites. They were usually all polite, eager enough, willing, and they didn't make too much trouble. Not to mention it wasn't often any of them were late.

"'Ello dearies," she greeted the other students as they entered. It wouldn't be long before the toll of the bell rang to let them know classes were to begin, but there was a little bit of time left still.

[Artemis Tayern]

Art had been wandering the dungeons, call it a past time, call it whatever you will but more than anything it was time for Artemis to think. Time Art was finding he needed more and more of, and to be honest, there were few subjects to cover but they were all so large it took all the time he had and then some.

The now quiet snake wandered back to the more commonly used dungeons to get to potions class before he was actually late. Art's uniform for once was sharp and complete, everything in its place and ironed crisp. His long blonde hair was combed neatly and parted to the left slightly his khaki messenger bag was slung under his left arm and thanks to the magic used on his bag by a salesman in Diagon Alley it held more than what you could think and it lightened whatever Art put in. At the moment it carried two things, his potions supplies and defense books he had been buying by owl order. Art pulled the bag off his shoulder and set it down next to a seat and he silently started to set up his station.

[Layla Jimenez]

By the time Layla had reached the dungeons, her legs ached, her face was bright red and she was out of breath. She had left Ravenclaw Tower that morning with just her robes on, knowing the castle wouldn't be too cold. What she forgot was that between two of her N.E.W.T.S classes, she had a class in the Dungeons. She had to run all the way up several flights, up the tower steps, past the grumpy Stoney and dash up the dorm steps to grab an extra cardigan just in case it got too cold. It wasn't often that it happened since the heat of several cauldrons usually evened things out, but the cold weather had a way of creeping into the castle unepectedly.

She looked into the room and remembered that today's class was with the 2nd and 3rd years. She still hadn't decided with class she liked better, though this class had cute on its side. At first, they had made her more nervous, since they were younger and she had been afraid of giving them wrong or innacurate guidance. It had taken her a few sessions with them, but they had all gotten better. Outside the classroom door, Layla leaned on its frame and nodded to the professor, putting her finger up to tell her that she needed a minute before walking in.

[Desideria Tapia]

Continuing with her crocheting, she smiled at a few straggling students that came in through he door before seeing one student that made her jump into a flurry to start shoving her project into her desk, and it wasn't until she'd started that she saw the girl showing that she needed just a moment more and the older woman nodded knowingly. The girl lived somewhere near the top of the school, that was all Desideria knew of the Ravenclaw home. Even in her school day she hadn't taken too much of an interest in the Ravenclaws, most of her friends were Hufflepuffs and a few Slytherins, one or two Gryffindors, but she couldn't think of a Ravenclaw that stuck to memory.

"'Ello dearies," she started the class, hearing the toll of the bell. "Today we're going to continue our lesson on wizarding medicinal potions, learning more about the burn heal paste as you can see," she gestured to the board. "Can anyone tell me about this potion? Any peculiarities? Or anything just in general?"

Layla would enter when she was ready and the potions professor had no qualms in giving the young woman a few extra moments, besides, she was there on her own time and not required to be in attendance.

Class has officially begun, you may post as already being in attendance or as coming in tardy, however consequences always await

[Jeremy Taylor]

Tapia quickly put the scarf away and Jeremy at first thought he had done something to bother her until he noticed a bigger girl come in. He knew Layla from the house and she seemed to be an okay sort, but still Jeremy didn't say hello, mostly wondering what she was doing there. Perhaps she was the assistant the scarf was for? Jeremy gave a rare smile, feeling like he had a secret.

"It's orange, but you can't eat it," he answered seriously as he took his seat, thinking that he probably didn't need to add that last part. Then again, he hardly ever spoke in class to begin with. Realizing that he had actually participated, he slunk down in his seat, hoping no one heard him.

[Fyona Richards]

Oh wow. Fyona was hardly aware of the time when she started to make her way to potions class. She already botched several potions this year, she didn't need to botch another one and get detention all in the same day. She started running as the thought of detention repeated itself over and over in her mind. Professor D probably didn't even like her either. If she was a teacher she wouldn't want to put up with a student like herself. She was a horrible student, though she had to admit that she was doing better than she had the latter half of last year. Fyona turned a corner and then another as she made her way to the dungeons, unfortunately she should have picked another corridor to run down because she ended up running right into Peeves. He took her bag and rummaged through the contents, throwing them everywhere. By the time she got everything back she knew there was no stopping the herself from being late. At the point the question was how late would she be.

When she made it to the classroom there was an older girl waiting there by the door. Giving her a queer look Fyona entered the classroom and took the closest seat she could, but she knew she was caught and knew what was coming.