Fifth Years - Lesson 4

[marvin]

The classroom for the fifth years was set up in a way similar to their previous lesson. Yet many things were once again different. There was a reason for this because the lesson they had begun last class was a two part lesson and it was important for the fifth years to recieve the second half of the information about the wizarding world in the 16th century.

Once again lagre old fasioned clothing circeled the walls of the classroom, mixed with paintings of castles, pictures of dragons and scattered on tables around the edges of the room were different stone objects, some small daggers (enchanted of course with a spell so if someone was about to hurt themselves with it it would turn into a toy mouse and remain that way until the person put it down once more.

The chairs in the classroom were set up at desks normally for once, suggesting that notes were probasbly a good idea for this lesson, although Marvin never did force them to be taken. He believed in the expirience of the lesson to be a better way to remember things then to spend the whole time scribbeling down loads of little facts while not grasping their true concept.

Sitting on a small table at the front of the classroom behind Profesor Atwoods desk was a small cauldron, simply bubeling and sending out a sickly sweet smell. Obvious the love potion that boiled there would have something to do with the lesson at hand. Of course, Marvin had no intentions of feeding the potion to any of the students, however... if they played up he perhaps might have a idea of how to use it productively. Professor Atwood sat himself on his desk, wearing once more, a hat which would make most cringe. The dark coloured hat with embroided patterns around the rim and a feather poking out to one side was one the crazed Hufflepuff head of house only picked up the week before. He was rather proud of its existance.

Marvin's eyes were on the black curtain at the back of the room, its silkyness hiding away wonders that the students could only guess at the existance of. The classroom door lay open, allowing entrance to the young minds of his fifth years.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina had yet another class to attend, but this one she didn’t mind as much as some of the others. Though she found History of Magic to be quite boring, it was better than Care of Magical Creatures where she was more squeamish than anything else, or Charms in which she had slept through and missed entirely. That was sure to reflect on her OWLs and Celina could only fret what her parents would say when they saw her grades: her father, especially.

Making her way into the classroom the first thing Celina noticed wasn’t the décor or the silky black cover covering whatever wonders in the back of the room, but rather she caught the scent of something sweet, too sweet. Again her stomach tossed and Celina gagged a little silently in the back of her throat. What was that Merlin awful stench?!

Holding her nose a bit, she looked up at the professor to greet him only to find a hat upon his head that matched the horrid scent entirely. What was he thinking? It hardly matched the outfit he wore that day? Or at least it didn’t match in Celina’s opinion. Finally, after wanting to vomit over many things in the classroom that day, she almost wished she were in Davenports class.

Sitting down, she flashed a smile and waited for Felicity to come. She’d be able to talk with everything with her, and hopefully they would both agree. Something smelled funny in History today.

[Felicity Hjort]

Wide brown eyes quite awake, Felicity entered the room without any problems, in fact, about the only one she has was when she tripped a bit because she didn't lift a foot high enough. It wasn't her fault, everything in the room was distracting. And because she wasn't paying attention, she tripped. At least she didn't fall to the floor, that was a good thing.

Though, she noticed the room smelled a bit...too nice. The blonde could smell a woodsy kind of smell, actually, it smelled familiar, and she liked it, it reminded her of Drew. But there were a few other smells mingled in too, kind of a spicy smell (she was sure this was something that lingered around the common room at times), the light perfume of forget-me-nots, and burning wood.

Felicity was all ready set to go with this class, especially since it did smell pretty amazing inside of it. As for the decorations? Those were awfully neat.

Finally laying sights on Celina, the girl took her usual seat next to her best friend, and nudged her lightly.

"Doesn't it smell really nice in here today?"

[Connor Manning]

History of Magic. Surprisingly it was one of Connor's best subjects, he had a knack for remembering dates and events that took place. He was also a very good note taker, organizing things just so in the perfect order. He stopped in his tracks upon entering the room and looked around at all of the objects on the walls, and even the cauldron bubbling behind Professor Atwood himself. He truely was a crazy man, sitting atop his throne with a hat on such as that one, but Connor believed madness is genius, and he did have respect for the man.

Connor seated himself in the middle of the room and places his bag down, grabbing a scroll of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink to get ready to take notes.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina hadn't noticed Felicity enter the room until she was right next to her, and then when she finally did she looked up at the blond and smiled as Felicity took a seat next to her, as per the norm. Looking away, Celina tried to hold her stomach down still as she couldn't get over how the smell was starting to linger over her tastebuds, threatening the hint of tasting what she was smelling. Oh, what a horrid smell to her.

Being nudged, Celina looked back at Felicity with probably the most dumbfounded look on her face she had ever given the other girl. "If you say so..." Celina said softly, trailing off as another entered the room, her eyes following the boy's movements only to look back at Felicity and shrug. "What is the smell, any ways?"

[Felicity Hjort]

The look on her friend's face didn't even register, Felicity's eyes were all ready closed, just inhaling the lovely scents. Oddly, everything smelled quite nice together, whatever that man was brewing he had a way of making things mingle nicely. Not one of the different scents was overpowering, to the lioness it was a nice mixture.

"Well..." Felicity trailed off, feeling the heat begin to creep to her cheeks. "It smells a little like Drew does," she managed to get out hesitantly before giggling. "And it smells like flowers and a little bit of smoke." Really, it smelled like a lot of different things, but they sure did smell nice.

"And there's something else too," she told her friend. "But I'm not quite sure how to explain it." It wasn't musky, but it was spicy, but not hot, and not quite like spices. It really was hard to try and explain.

[newtcoernicus]

Newt hated History of Magic. It wasn't because the teacher was daft or the subject matter was boring. No, that was far from the reason. The Hufflepuff was fond of dates, past events, and the many cultures that were taught in History of Magic. No, the true reason why Newt hated this particular class was due to the fact that his Head of House taught the class so Newt couldn't sleep nor goof off like he usually did. He held a regard of Hufflepuff pride and wouldn't disrespect his Head by sleeping in class.

This left Newt in a grumpy mood.

When the broody Hufflepuff entered the classroom, a strange sweet smell assaulted his senses. Newt began to sneeze uncontrollably, from small sneezes to much larger ones that rocked his body. He seized his nose to stop the scent from going back into his nose,

"What the bloody hell is that smell?" he asked as he found an empty seat, sounding awefully weird as he breathed through his mouth

[Felicity Hjort]

Love potions smelled differently to everyone, if brewed properly, and Felicity loved what she was able to smell, and had she known it was a love potion brewing, she would've concluded just why. As another entered the room, Felicity turned in her seat to smile at the boy she'd met not long before. The only thing that made her smile falter was the use of his language.

"Bless you," she told him after a moment. Why were boys so willing to use it? True, at least it wasn't quite so bad, but she still didn't like it any.

Wrinkling her nose at him, she couldn't believe he wouldn't like the smell of the room, that and Celina looked a bit off still.

"You really don't like it?" she asked, sounding a tad bit disappointed, as though it was her entire idea to make the room smell so nicely.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina looked over to her and now the smell was changing, or maybe it was because Felicity kept talking to her about it. However, the smell didn't change for the better. It smelled as if Alfonz had left his dirty socks in the middle of the living room again, and this time it made her want to toss her cookies even more. Celina held her noes and shook her head. "Not unless you like sweet smells turning into sweaty sock smells...." she said back to Felicity, wrinkling her own nose trying to close it further than her fingers were already pinching it.

"How can you ask if it smells good? Does it to you then?" Celina asked her, wondering how Felicity could like the smell of sweaty socks.

[Connor Manning]

Connor hadn't exactly been listening in on their conversation per say, but it was hard not to overhear the girl's in the classroom with only five people in it, one of whom was sitting at the front of the room, silent as ever.

" Love potion, it's love potion. " He finally said, turning to the girls as he did so. He tried his best not to sound like a snobbish know-it-all, but it was hard, especially since the girls had been talking about what the smell was, where it was coming from, and all that for going on several minutes now. He looked back to the Hufflepuff who has just entered the room moments before. He didn't know him, but didn't bother making introductions either. Connor wasn't in the best social mood today.

[Celina Jedynak]

There wasn't even time for Felicity to answer Celina's questions to her before a silent, almost unknown presence in the front of the room turned around and had to butt in his two sense. Celina turned her gaze very...very slowly toward where the voice and realized immediately who it was. Usually, she had no problem with the Slytherin boy, and at times found him very nice to have in class....sometimes even going above and beyond the stereotypes of his house and giving a good answer or two....but today he was just plain rude.

Celina's head tilted a bit as she cocked her head at him, trying to refrain from saying the words that were immediately on her mind. She hated to be treated in such a way, especially by those she didn't exactly see as close to her as others. Sometimes she'd allow things to slip, but this was challenging her intellegence. No, she didn't know it was a dumb love potion. Didn't even really try and figure it out...and then he did...and was very touchy about it.

"Well, obviously it's smell does nothing but fuel one's annoyance with others. Hmmm....Conner?" Celina asked of him, not really wanting to get into a fight with the boy, but at the same time, still not liking his particular higher-up sounding tone. He wasn't better than she, and she wasn't better than he....and Celina wasn't about to let him think he was (even if he really wasn't thinking such things.)

[Felicity Hjort]

Sweaty socks? Where did Celina get that from? The smells that lingered to the blonde were extremely nice, not like rotten old socks. In fact, the spices just smelled better, mixing in with the woodsy smell.

"Celin--" Felicity started before being cut off by a boy she recognized from classes, but didn't actually know. The blonde had been ready to pretest Celina's idea of what it smelled like, it in fact smelled really nice. But a love potion in History class? No, she didn't know why there'd be a love potion, or how the boy would've known unless Atwood said something other than the discussion she'd been having with Celina over scents in the room, but if he said so.

And when Celina spoke up, Felicity snickered. Either Celina wasn't in a good mood because she wasn't getting enough sleep, or she was truly annoyed with the boy.

[Connor Manning]

Connor shook his head slightly as he heard the girl talking to him now. Well, obviously it's smell does nothing but fuel one's annoyance with others. Hmmm....Conner? Oh, dear. He seemed to have touched a nerve in the Ravenclaw. He couldn't even surpress the slight smirk on his face now as he said, " Seems to me if I remember correctly Celina, you didn't find the smell too welcoming in the first place. " He gave a light shrug of his shoulders, perhaps hinting something about her love life. Or maybe lack thereof?

While he hadn't found his first comment too rude or out of place, he guessed the girl had. That was only his way of retaliation. How did Connor know that love potion was the thing to blame for the smell? He wasn't really sure, he just had a hunch about it. Staring back at Professor Atwood, Connor waited impatiently for the lesson to begin.

[Celina Jedynak]

Seems to me if I remember correctly Celina, you didn't find the smell too welcoming in the first place.

No wonder she was annoyed then by the boy so quickly, the smell must have been fueling their annoyances with others. It wouldn't surprise her at all, and as he turned his back on her again to look forward of the class, Celina couldn't help but want to wipe the little smirk off the kid's face. How, she didn't know but she crossed her arms and glared just a bit before saying back at him, "Well, then that explains everything now doesn't it." Though she wasn't one for explaining what it explained, Celina didn't want to think about love potions or anything that had to do with them.

Such futile things...what did they have anything to do with History? She huffed and looked back at Felicity. "What were you saying?" she asked her, not really wanting to think about Manning's statements...nor glance at him periodically like she caught herself doing here and there.

[Connor Manning]

Connor scoffed at the Ravenclaw's words, acting as though he was brushing off everything she had said without paying attention to her. But the only reason he was acting that way was because he had no idea what she was talking about. Explain what exactly? He wondered curiously, but didn't say anything of it. There was no way he was going to ask her what she meant. He wasn't even sure if he should be insulted by her statement or what, so he didn't say anything. What was there to say? She wasn't explaining what she meant and he couldn't ask, not now with his whole 'high and mighty' act he had been going with.

Connor slumped down in his chair a little, looking down at his blank paper and up to the Professor. Would this class never begin?