Desideria Tapia
Hogwarts Staff
LOA Hufflepuff Head of House Professor Potions
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Post by Desideria Tapia on Jun 21, 2008 11:23:36 GMT -5
What a terrible time. Christmas came and went, holidays passed by all too quickly, and students weren't released from the castle. There were still cases of dragon pox spreading here and there and she didn't have much hope for her classes to be full right after the holidays, but she wanted them to be because she was not willing to take a step back in her lessons. If she pushed one thing back her entire schedule would be out of whack, and she couldn't afford that, neither could her students. Those who missed would be allowed to make-up classes when they were no longer ill, but for now everyone was going to be on schedule with her.
Today's lesson was the all powerful and fun one. If students were willing to test her own brew, they'd get a chance to learn what a taste of the Forgetfulness Potion was like. Not bad at all in her own opinion.
The lesson was harder than a few of the other potions they'd brewed in her class, but this would also not only be on the end-of-year exams, but also on their O.W.L.s when they were older.
Sitting at her desk Desideria played with a muggle invention one of her cousins had sent her for Christmas. On the package it said a paddle ball, and at the moment she thought it was downright hilarious. With the sleep deprivation she'd had all break, anything was found to be good enough to be laughed at by the woman.
On the desk behind her was written:
First Years Forgetfulness Potion D. Tapia
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on Jun 27, 2008 21:18:10 GMT -5
Isabella Huntington had never been more miserable in her entire life. She was one of the many unfortunate students who had succumbed to the illness currently roaming around the school - dragon pox. At first, the young Gryffindor had thought that it was just a cold... it was right around the time she normally got colds, and it felt like a cold, therefore it had to be a cold. It was only when she began developing symptoms she wasn't used to with her colds that she began to worry: Dizziness. Rash. Sore throat. And now, even nausea. She was about two weeks into being sick when she first heard the rumor about there being dragon pox circulating throughout the school.
Of course, Izzy thought that the rumor was pathetic and false. C'mon now... dragon pox? There was no such thing! She'd heard of chicken pox, which she had gotten when she was just four, but never dragon pox. Surely it had to be a joke the older students were playing on the younger ones, right? Wrong, apparently. There actually was an illness called dragon pox, and she eventually did learn that the rumors were true. And how did everyone in the castle get exposed to the illness? Alexander Cronon, the boy who just so happened to be the assistant of the Potions professor.
Izzy was off to Potions now, sluggishly making her way down the marble staircase in the Entrance Hall, gripping onto the railing like her life depended on it. The first year had been dizzy for quite a while now, and she often found herself using her surroundings to lean upon. It was slightly more difficult for her to walk when there was nothing to help steady her, so Izzy took extra time as she made her way across the Entrance Hall toward the Dungeons, barely taking notice of the four hourglasses in the corner. Instead she fought to keep herself focused on what was ahead of her as she continued her walk to the Potions classroom.
When she reached the cold, damp room, Izzy walked straight for her desk without bothering to look around. Her green eyes were glued to her seat which she soon dropped into with a loud thud. The first thud was closely followed by a second one as her head dropped onto the desk.
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Post by fairchild1 on Jul 1, 2008 1:40:55 GMT -5
Selene would have liked to forget this class that was for sure. In the beginning, she thought she was going to like it. Chandra had assured her that she would, but as the year passed on, both Fairchild girls found the subject rather tedious, and ultimately, a drag to go to. Walking to the class that day, they were both silent and tired. Christmas had sucked, no gifts sent by their parents, and new years wasn’t any better.
That figured. Most of it did… Chandra was first to enter the classroom, followed closely by her sister. Their large body, somewhat sideways swaying into the classroom and finding a seat that was nearest to the back, even though they were set up in four people sections. Both girls identically smiled a fake smile and leaned back in their chair. Chandra looked over at Isabella whom didn’t look too well, and Selene started to trace the carvings of the wood lines on her desk, resting her chin in her hand.
“How long is this class again?” Selene asked Chandra. Chandra a bit distracted, only looked over slightly. “An hour and a half, I think…” she never really paid attention to the time. Chandra left that to Selene… she always seemed to be counting down the minutes of the day.
“Isabella?” Chandra whispered sweetly. Selene raised her eyebrow at her sister and elbowed her slightly. “Shut up, Chandra!” Chandra just sighed and looked at her sister. “She doesn’t look…”
“I don’t care,” Selene said. “I do!” Chandra squeaked and turned back toward her Gryffindor classmate. “You ok?” she asked her and Selene just rolled her eyes. Who cared about how the girl was feeling, seriously? Selene sighed, reading the board. Forgetfulness potion? A smirk appeared. Excellent…
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on Jul 3, 2008 20:02:37 GMT -5
The Gryffindor had had her head down for no more than a minute or so before she heard someone calling her name. A quiet groan escaped her lips at knowing she'd have to answer, thus disturbing what had almost turned into a nap that she was in desperate need of. Because of her illness, she'd had anything but a peaceful sleep last night. She had suffered quietly in her dorm, barely uttering so much as a whimper, which she surely would've done at home. But this was Hogwarts, not her home. And this was Potions class. The last thing she should've expected was the opportunity to take a nap during any of her classes. They were there for students to learn in, not sleep in.
So Izzy reluctantly turned her head and opened her sunken eyes to see one of the siamese twins - she wasn't sure which one - asking if she was okay. ...Was it not obvious? The red head looked like hell - her skin was pale, her green eyes had lost their sparkle, fire-red hair had lost its shine, and she had lost her personality and energy. Of course it was obvious, and she knew what the Slytherin had meant.
"No," she responded, closing her eyes again. "I think I have what everyone else has."
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Post by vi on Jul 8, 2008 16:23:47 GMT -5
Vi slipped into the classroom quickly and quietly. She sat down with her books in her arms, then sprawled them onto the desktop. Another day of Potions...a class that wasn't too bad or too unmanageable. In fact, this class made Vi feel a little bit like a mad scientist, and that made it a little bit less bleak. She was hoping and praying for the day that they would learn some insane and crazy potion, one that was extremely difficult but extremely potent...but she wasn't planning on holding her breath for it. It was only their 1st year. What were the odds that they would learn something that powerful?
She was a little drowsy, true, but her blue eyes were absolutely vivid. Her blonde hair was a little messy and thrown up in a bun of sorts. She didn't want her golden locks to be singed off or turned apple red or anything tragic like that. She sat there in her robes and looked over at a sickly looking girl having a conversation with Siamese twins. Vi recognized those two from her comings and goings in the Slytherin Common Room. Nevertheless, she didn't want to impede on their conversation so she began to think about her skateboard sitting in her trunk in her room and wondering if she could practice later by the lake.
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