Post by Desideria Tapia on Aug 13, 2008 20:20:12 GMT -5
{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!}
The room was engrossed in a dim light, fitting for the day's lesson. That afternoon they were going to learn a potion that would be relaxing and on the end of the year exams as well, though she couldn't guarantee they'd be on the OWLs it was best for her fifth years to be familiar with it anyway, and the best way to be familiar was to practice, practice, practice.
Still unbeknown to the plump woman that something was wrong outside her classroom as she had stayed within the confines all day, working on this or that, was the fact her room was not located where it belonged. In her opinion, the complaints and the grumbles about something odd were just that, complaints and grumbles. Everything else didn't matter, her students were merely pulling something on her, or rather trying. However, the woman was not falling for it.
Sitting at her desk with undeveloped film in front of her, the woman wondered which student would get which photograph. They were from the Valentine's Dance, the woman had snuck in and tried to grab photographs of her students, specifically those in this class, though she knew she hadn't gotten all of them, but she had tried. The number of rolls of film had accumulated all night and it'd been quite a chore just snapping her camera here and there and everywhere she turned.
On the board behind her was written:
Fourth and Fifth Years
Photograph Potion
D. Tapia
The room was engrossed in a dim light, fitting for the day's lesson. That afternoon they were going to learn a potion that would be relaxing and on the end of the year exams as well, though she couldn't guarantee they'd be on the OWLs it was best for her fifth years to be familiar with it anyway, and the best way to be familiar was to practice, practice, practice.
Still unbeknown to the plump woman that something was wrong outside her classroom as she had stayed within the confines all day, working on this or that, was the fact her room was not located where it belonged. In her opinion, the complaints and the grumbles about something odd were just that, complaints and grumbles. Everything else didn't matter, her students were merely pulling something on her, or rather trying. However, the woman was not falling for it.
Sitting at her desk with undeveloped film in front of her, the woman wondered which student would get which photograph. They were from the Valentine's Dance, the woman had snuck in and tried to grab photographs of her students, specifically those in this class, though she knew she hadn't gotten all of them, but she had tried. The number of rolls of film had accumulated all night and it'd been quite a chore just snapping her camera here and there and everywhere she turned.
On the board behind her was written:
Fourth and Fifth Years
Photograph Potion
D. Tapia