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Post by cream200 on Apr 22, 2006 13:23:43 GMT
"Professor, What are we going to do for the practical?"
Ella couldn't wait to start beffudlement potions.
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Post by The Sorting Hat on Apr 26, 2006 18:09:22 GMT
'Make our own befuddlement draughts of course!' The Headmistress said with a chuckle. 'Right, everyone get into pairs so we can get started!' She announced, hopping slightly round the class with the excited smile she always had before a practical.
Complete potions geek and proud.
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Post by James McFinnigan on Apr 26, 2006 21:29:59 GMT
"Partners," Fin mumbled to himself. He then looked around for Lisa, hoping he had just missed her coming in. He couldnt see her from where he was sitting, so he stood up, and tried to get a better view of the upper seats. Then, finally, a Gryffindore student moved over, and there she was. He looked at her, and waved his hand. He then mouthed the words, "Wanna be partners?"
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Post by cream200 on Apr 28, 2006 20:36:54 GMT
Ella looked round for a partner. She didnt mind who she was with.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on Apr 29, 2006 9:23:36 GMT
Jerred yawned when looking around the room and wondering who'd be a good partner for himself.
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Post by Carrie McEwan on May 1, 2006 9:31:04 GMT
Normally Carrie would pair up with her friend Evangeline in lessons, but seeing as she wasn't present, the Gryffindor peered round with a hopeful look on her face indicating she was free to partner with.
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Lisa Turpin
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Post by Lisa Turpin on May 1, 2006 23:14:39 GMT
Lisa was never good at choosing partners, she was usually way too shy. Sitting at her desk awkwardly for a moment, she glanced around the room catching Fin's eye and offering a small smile. Nodding, she picked up her books and walked nervously toward the Ravenclaw before settling down beside him.
((Oops- misread! Sorry! ) )
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Post by James McFinnigan on May 3, 2006 20:58:18 GMT
Lisa was never good at choosing partners, she was usually way too shy. Sitting at her desk awkwardly for a moment, she glanced around the room catching Fin's eye and offering a small smile. Nodding, she picked up her books and walked nervously toward the Ravenclaw before settling down beside him. ((Oops- misread! Sorry! ) ) "Hey Lisa," Fin said. "Soooooo, you ready?" he asked, happy that she was his Potions partner. |
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Post by The Sorting Hat on May 7, 2006 16:26:43 GMT
'Right! Now, in your pairs you are going to make your very own Befuddlement draught!' The Headmistress flicked her wand and curly handwriting began to appear on the blackboard behind her.
Ingredients:
sneezewort
10g of scurvy-grass
stem of lovage
+ an ingredient you think will be effective
Method:
1. Stew the sneezewort until it turns a shade of dark brown
2. Quickly add the scurvy-grass, doing alternate stirs every 10 seconds
3. Still in the heated cauldron, slowly melt the lovage into the mixture by dipping it in over and over again
4. When the mixture finally turns pale green, stir it clockwise once and anticlockwise three times
5. Add your own ingredient and note down the colour change
'Points will be awarded for ingredient originity and reasoning behind it!' She added. 'Everyone ready? Go!' The Professor exclaimed.
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Post by Ron Weasley on May 7, 2006 16:46:33 GMT
Ron slipped through the classroom doors, quietly making his way to a free desk. Just as he neared the closest one, his book-bag caught onto a cauldron and in his panicked attempts to remove it, the cauldron came toppling down to the floor, interrupting the Professor's lesson with a loud crash.
Feeling his ears grow warm, Ron sent the Professor an apologetic look.
"Erm... Sorry about that."
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Post by The Sorting Hat on May 7, 2006 17:29:20 GMT
The Headmistress looked up to see the origin of the loud crash and met the eyes of an embarrassed late arriver. 'Don't worry about it.' She said smiling, as she magically replaced the cauldron onto the table. 'Just making Befuddlement Draughts Mr. Weasley - instructions are on the board and you need a partner.' She explained as she turned her attention to the pair in front of her.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 7, 2006 17:41:13 GMT
Draco was walking toward the ingredient cupboard when a loud crash reached his ears. He looked over near the back of the classroom and noticed a ginger-haired, gangly boy blushing profusedly at disturbing the quiet classroom. Smirking, Draco shook his head.
"Typical of a Weasley," He muttered, loud enough so the boy could hear him.
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Post by James McFinnigan on May 7, 2006 17:47:48 GMT
"Hey Malfoy, everyone messes up, lay off of him," Fin said.
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Post by Carrie McEwan on May 7, 2006 17:59:40 GMT
The Weasley boy was not the only one to hear Malfoy's usual snide. He always get away with everything. Carrie happened to be in the ingredient cupboard, half way up the step ladder and rolled her eyes as Malfoy strutted his way into the cupboard in his usual arrogant fashion.
Carrie grabbed a handful of frogspawn from the nearest pot.. "accidentally" dropping it right on top of the slytherin's head. 'Oo!' She exclaimed innocently, putting her hand on her chest in exaggerated shock. 'Oh! I am so sorry! It just flew out of my hand!' She once again exclaimed. 'Slippery little bugger isn't it..!' She said with overly wide eyes, before putting on a frown. 'But afterall, I am a Gryffindor.. clumsiness is only expected right?' She said leaning forward with a smirk as she repeated his own words.
Though, previously, the two had almost agreed an indifferent respect for each other, it didnt mean they would miss out on a chance of trying to out wit the other.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 7, 2006 18:16:57 GMT
"Urgh!" Draco exclaimed, raising a hand and letting it run through the slimy substance on his head. Looking up-wards, trying to discover where the object had come from, he found himself staring at a familiar Gryffindor. Narrowing his eyes, he swiped some of the frogspawn off his head, letting it drop thickly to the floor, and clenched his jaw at her words.
"But of course," he said calmly, grimacing at his filthy hand, trying his hardest not to wipe it on his new robes. "Just look at Weasley over there- not the finest of your house, is he?" He said, finding his trademark smirk with difficulty.
It quickly disappeared when a bit of the frogspawn dripped down his cheek, and he shuddered, pulling out his wand and conjuring himself a towel.
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