Potions Class #1 - Wit-Sharpening Potion

[juliana]

PROFESSOR
^{[If You Thought Snape Was Strict]}

<sup>Sitting at the desk located toward the front of the classroom, a scritch scratch of a pen ran across a roll of parchment that was now begining to look very stuffed full, the margins were written in, the words were cramped together and there was barely any spacing between the words, making it look like some first grader was writing it. A fustrated groan was emitted as half of the paragraph she was on was scratched right off in red ink. It was already obvious what she was writing, and why. If anyone were to look over her shoulder and attempted to read the chicken scribble you would more than likely be standing there for a long time trying to figure out what on earth it was she was writing down. Stopping now that the parchment was completely full in all senses of the word, she stood up and lit more candles in the room, seeming the windows wern't giving enough sufficent light.

Stopping for a moment to remember what she was about to do, Juliana walked quickly to the desk, pulled out a different peice of parchment and started scritch, scratching on that one. Although you could clearly read what was on this one, she seemed to be writing sloppier on purpose. It's header read on the top, Wit-Sharpening Potion and underneath it, Make even the dumbest person brighter. Whether it was all really nessisary was beyond the reason of questioning. Class would start soon enough and she awaited the students to come piling in fighting for seats and other things. It would be a long day, she knew it.


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FOR: 1st + 2nd years - Gryffindor and Slytherin</sup>

JUliANA AERA
_{[You Clearly Don't Know What Your In For.]}

[esme]

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^{The door to the dungeons creaked open and then slammed shut as a slim girl with thick blonde hair slipped into the potions class. Her face was rather flushed, like she had recieved a dreadful fright. Esmeralda drifted to an open seat and sat down, slowly the color left her face leaving only the pink that permanently stained her cheeks. In front of her was a small cauldron, not knowing exactly what this class she didn't take out her book, wand or other supplies, but folded her hands in her lap and waited for the rest of the students to file in and for Professor Aera to instruct them.}

[juliana]

PROFESSOR
^{[If You Thought Snape Was Strict]}

<sup>Stopping for a moment to remember what she was about to do, Juliana walked quickly to the desk, pulled out a different peice of parchment and started scritch, scratching on that one. Although you could clearly read what was on this one, she seemed to be writing sloppier on purpose. It's header read on the top, Wit-Sharpening Potion and underneath it, Make even the dumbest person brighter. Whether it was all really nessisary was beyond the reason of questioning. Class would start soon enough and she awaited the students to come piling in fighting for seats and other things. It would be a long day, she knew it.

It wasn't long before the students came pouring in from the door. She didn't bother to look up, and instead continued writing down the ingredients in a neater font. One that she particularly noticed out of the crowd was Esmerelda Lestrange. One of those pure blood families from long ago. All ended up in Slytherin, last she looked. Standing up from her seat she walked to the front of her desk and raised one hand, signaling for silence. The talking soon died down to a low mumble. She began speaking with a commanding tone, giving everyone that stare that snape once gave to the students while he taught. First and Second Years, I have the decency to teach you the wit-sharpening potion. Before I begin, does anyone have any idea, what it does. No one? How shameful. Pausing between some words and answering herself before anyone else had the chance to. Looking around she saw faces, and blank stares looking back.

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JUliANA AERA
_{[You Clearly Don't Know What Your In For.]}

[Anqelique Tremine]

Anqelique tapped her fingers on the desk irrtably. She wasn't that intersted in a wit sharpening poition. Sure she had an idea what it did, but anq wasn't goning to rase her hand or anything. He rmind was else where, but this teacher wasn't terrible. Her dad would have been fasincated, but she wasn't in the least. Hurry Up! She thought.