Fourth and Fifth Years- Lesson 3- Term 4

[Desideria Tapia]

As the day progressed, the woman only became more tired than ever. And to top it all off, she was sure she was coming down with something. As much as she'd handled the dragon pox the last few weeks, it could've been that, but with how badly she'd had a bout of it when she was younger, the older woman doubted as much and believed it was only a common cold. A nice pepper-up potion would do the trick, and if the woman had an available cauldron in her office she would've whipped one right up. However, the three doses of the dragon pox medication were located in three of the four and the fourth held her research of the last few months. Though, it was going to be wasted within the next day or so as she knew her eyes hadn't been keeping a good watch on it and therefore it would do no one any good because she hadn't recorded the progress in days.

Chopping up a few ingredients for a Pepper-up potion ingredients, thinking she might have a chance to make a small batch while her students worked on their lesson that day, the woman paid no never mind to anyone entering or exiting. She needed something to keep herself in shape.

On the board behind her was written:
Fourth and Fifth Years
Photograph Potion
D. Tapia

[Emeric Troy III]

Em took refuge in the potions room. He had just been through several of the most terrible lessons of the year - Review. It was only January, but some of the teachers didn't care. Being in classes with the fifth years paid off in some ways and didn't in others. It was good to be with the fifth years because they learned more advanced things, as well as the fact that it meant Matty always being around. The downfalls of having to be in the same classes as the fifth years included having to go over the same things for two years, having to review so much for the O.W.L.s when he had to take them next year as opposed to this year. He also didn't like the largeness of the classes at times, there were a ton of fifth years and not a lot of fourth years.

He took a seat at one of the tables, his eyes scanning the blackboard and reading what the lesson was going to be about. Photograph potion. As in... changing an ordinary old muggle photo into a moving wizard one? He wasn't sure. He turned to look at Professor Tapia he refrained from greeting the woman as she seemed more distraced than anything else and rather busy too.

[Matilda Wentworth]

Matty was actually kind of looking forward to Potions for once. Every now and then one of those lessons came up that she actually wanted to learn about. The Hufflepuff teenager had received a magical camera for the birthday, and so to develop the photos, she required a special potion to do so. Professor G; as she was referring to him now, had actually suggested that Matty go see her potions mistress. Though she hadn't, the girl had intended to, only to find out that their next lesson had something to do with Photographs, so hopefully she wouldn't have to ask after today.

As the teenager walked through the dungeons, her wavy hair bobbed in a loose pony tail, which was tied with a purple silk ribbon, her fringe and some stray pieces of hair falling out. As she made her way to wards the Potions room, the girl hummed the chorus to a song she had been listening to the previous night, which seemed to remain in her head the following day. Really, after having recovered from her Pox a fair bit, Matty was feeling allot better. Sure, homework and Quidditch were still pressing, but they were capable. And, well, she hadn't hung out with Emeric in ages, but hopefully that would change soon. She had grown rather front of them meeting up, for reasons only he and her knew of.

As she entered the class, her messenger bag slung over her shoulder, a a rather large text book under her arm, Matty went to offer a smile and hello to her Professor, only to realized she she was busy. Turning to taking her seat, a smile did manage to grace her youthful face. Matty took a seat at the table behind him, sending a smile his way, nothing too obvious though. As she passed him, the teenager gave him a nod, her voice floating out to greet him with "Mister Troy." as she usually did in classes. Nothing anyone would find out of the ordinary, despite the fact that there wasn't any of their friends around. Yet.

[Beau Hopkins]

Beau was really looking forward to this lesson of potions. He was pretty sure that it was on the photograph potion, and he looked to the front of the room to confirm his thoughts as he entered the room. He wondered if Tapia had a muggle camera that they were going to use to take pictures to develop them in the potion at a later time. That would be pretty cool of her to do so. He imagined a picture of himself and his twin sister Ellie making faces at one another, the picture then starting to move and then them starting to argue. More than likely, that would be how it would be in real life, picture or not. He could only remember ever using a muggle camera once or twice, and had been completely amazed that the pictures didn't move. It just didn't make sense to the young wizard.

He guessed that maybe this lesson would end up being a cross curricular activity, combining the obvious lesson of potions with muggle studies as well.

He took his seat, setting his things under his desk and waiting for the lesson. The only other two people in the room were Matty, whom he smiled and nodded to, and Emeric, who he gave a small nod in greeting. He didn't know the Slytherin too well, plus he was a year younger so all the classes they did have together he didn't pay any mind to him. He always seemed to be off on his own, and Beau didn't exactly feel like socializing too much with the younger boy now. He looked to the door, waiting for either the entrance of his girlfriend or for his sister, whoever got there first, he wasn't too picky when it came to company.

[Autumn McLoughlin]

Like most of the class, Autumn was also excited for what they were doing today. Photograph Potion! Autumn loved taking pictures, especially Muggle ones. The fact that they didn't move was quite amazing. Now she would be learning how to make a magical photo potion so her photos could move! This was so going to b her day.

Autumn rushed to class, wanting to get there before the good seats were taken. On her way down she might have maimed a second year but they were young! They'd pop right back up after a nice trip to the Hospital Wing! She ran off before anyone could yell at her. Autumn found her way to the dungeons and raced down the stairs and into the classroom. Not many people were there. Matty, Emeric, and Beau. Matty was very nice, someone Autumn hoped to speak to sometime. Emeric, well she didn't know Emeric and frankly she didn't want to. Beau was well, Beau.

Autumn walked over to where Beau was and gave him a hug from behind. "Hey you." Her voice was quiet and she whispered to him. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek and sat down next to him. Her blue eyes were alight with content as she looked over at her boyfriend. "Excited for class today?" As she said this she was putting her hair up in a messy bun. She really didn't want to get any potion in her hair. That could (and most likely would) end badly.

[Tallulah Skeffington]

Oh Bother! Tallulah thought as she ambled down to potions class. She really didn't want to go. The class was fun, yes, but she had already done this at Beauxbaton. Now that she changed schools she had to do it yet again. Pity, she could have used this time to sleep in or do her nails. Her outfit perfectly pressed she walked into the classroom, scanning her classmate to see who was there.

No one in particular. Emeric was there but lately he had a tendency to up and disappear on her for hours at a time. Which was quite strange to her for she knew of no one that Emeric talked to outside of forced classroom time. But this was in the back of her mind. Her mind was mostly taken up by thoughts of her random encounter with Dante. It was so random and yet it really made her happy to hang out with him.

She walked toward the front of the class, taking a seat next to Emeric. Putting her bag down next to her she glanced over at the younger boy. Nothing physically had changed with him, and yet he looked different. "Ready for another class?" She asked him, her voice monotone. She'd rather be anywhere then here.