Second and Third 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!}


Something strange was going on, but Desideria was unaware. Ignoring any complaints or concerns from her students, the woman happily sat at her desk all day, just pouring through the Daily Prophet. After all, who would believe that her classroom was not located where it should've been? She was in her classroom, the Potions classroom, where everything was in tiptop shape as it should be. Whatever her students had to complain about did not make it past the outersurfaces of her her ears.

Sipping at her afternoon tea, the woman carefully studied the information provided by the writers, not paying attention to the headliners about suspected Deva activity, about crashing anything, she was only interested in reading a few articles containing any sort of information about potion ingredients. Sure she could easily take what she needed from the Herbology greenhouses or run down to ask Davenport for a bit of help, but there were somethings she just could not get from her co-workers.

Instead, the woman preferred studying the prices, so she would know.

However, as she sat at her desk, she waited to see what her students would try telling her this time. Probably something the same as the last lot went on about. The room wasn't where it was supposed to be.

Located on the board behind her was:

Second and Third Years
Antidote Review
D. Tapia

[Dariusz Greenbaum]

There was a muscle in Dariusz's cheek that was twitching today. This would be the first official potions class he was attending since... he could barely even remember the date; much earlier in the year, certainly, and for a very brief time, at that. It seemed he had come, argued with a hat, gotten a few days in and then gotten that letter which called him right back home. He didn't even remember the castle that well. Frankly, after his mother's condition had worsened, he hadn't expected to come back.

Expectations, of course, were worth nothing when you tried to cash them in. Preparation was the only thing which counted for anything. And Dariusz felt ill prepared... while in his absence, he had spent as much time with tutors as could be afforded, he had more or less skimped on the potions portion of his education. He had done the work assigned to him, of course, but when the tutor suggested that he be taught theory rather than practice, he didn't object. He just didn't think he would need it. Why would a clockmaker need to make potions? If he ever needed any, he would just buy them from the Polenski family like any sane Szymborgan. The Greenbaums handled clocks, mechanical devices, and general repairs; the Polenskis handled potions, salves, and mysterious rashes. That was how things worked and it was how Dariusz liked it.

A hint of shame punctuated his psyche; what hubris, he scolded himself. There was nothing that could excuse the laziness by which he had gotten into this position.

It was this shame which powered Dariusz's feet, racing his tiny frame through the halls like a miniature locomotive. Gone was his ussual moderate gate, replaced by irrational speed as he moved through the dungeons to the place that he had been told potions class would be. Finding the door, he zipped to his seat with alacrity. Remembering the name he had seen on his course scheduel, he looked at the pleasant-looking witch in front of the classroom and greeted her: "Good day, Professor Tapia -"

His mouth closed mid sentence, eyes darting back and forth. The shelves behind the teacher held crystal balls and teacups, not vials and alchemical filters. On the walls were astrological charts with pictures of sun signs dancing across them. There wasn't a cauldron to be seen in the entire classroom, save the portable one he had brought, just in case. He studied the chart of horoscopes the wall. Capricorn baad at him, flipping its tail with amusement.

A broch!!! Dariusz screamed in his mind, jumping up from where he had sat in a huff. How had he ended up in a Divination classroom? "Ah!" he cried out to the witch at the front of the classroom (who, he assumed, was the Divination teacher, and who probably didn't like to be called the wrong name.) "So sorry, Madame!" Zipping for the door, he opened it to throw himself out. There wasn't a moment to spare; surely he was already late!

((Would he end up back in the dungeons, or on the tower?))

{edit by DT: the doorway connects the dungeon hallway to the divination classroom now. You will end up in the dungeons if you exit the divination classroom}

[Jeremy Taylor]

This totally sucked. ES-YOU-SEE-KAY Sucked. Jeremy actually liked potions and had managed to get to class relatively early. He had thrown open the door to the dungeon classroom... and ended up somewhere totally different.

It was a room he had never been in, but one he was sure of its purpose and proper location. So how did the divinations room get into the dungeons? And how was he supposed to get to potions now?

Tempted to throw a fit and just forget it all, he eventually decided he wasn't about to miss the one class he actually understood. The question was how to get to it. It took a lot of thinking ands some serious frowning on his part befofre he thought he'd try wherever Divination was held.

Older kids were not very helpful and it was purely by a little deduction and a lot of chance that he ended up in the towers. He spent what seemed like forever trying to find the right door, getting more and more upset with each passing minute. When he finally pushed open the trap door in a ceiling (an older Hufflepuff had finally pointed him in the right direction), he was in a fouler mood than usual.

Stomping to where he assumed the Potions class would be, he stormed into the room, barely noticed Professor Tapia behind her desk, and slunk into his seat. Grumbling to himself about stupid people and stupid classes and stupid stupid doors that didn't lead to where they were supposed to, he put his head on his desk and tried to ignore the whole world.