[Cl: P] T1: Lesson IV: Living Death

[The Sorting Hat]

The Potions Professor had her arms occupied with carrying potion bottles and vials of various shapes and sizes, as well as several leaking tubs of what seemed to be-- fresh eyeballs. Trudging to the ingredients cupboard, she struggled to balance the large amount of fragile objects, and wobbled from side to side with some of the taller containers blocking her vision.

She accidently let one finger slip, sending a large jug-like object down towards the floor. The Professor was quick to raise her foot and spectacularly caught it on the end of her shoe. With one foot stupidly waving in the air, and an interesting smell forming (presumely from the eyeballs), she gave an defeated sigh. Thats it. I don't care. I'm being lazy. Performing the spell non-verbally, she levitated all the objects into the cupboard and with a flamboyant flick of her wand, sent them flying into the correct places. She gave a contented nod, and decided to wait where she was for the class to arrive.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth bustled in as jubulant as ever. Seeing the potions being levitated he tutted sarcastically "you could have just waited for a helping hand Miss!" he enquired limping to the front of the class. "What were those eyeballs? Actually I'd rather not know!" he chuckled taking a seat at the front of the glass and beaming at the Headmistress.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Morning Professor, Morning Bog." she said cheerily as she strutted into the room. She sat down at her favorite couldron, fourth on the left, and began pulling out note taking supplies and potion books. Her nose cringed awkwardly, sniffing the air... "Professor? What's that smell?" she asked trying to keep from making a face.

[The Sorting Hat]

'Morning you two.' The Professor said smiling. She scrunched up her nose to sniff the air around her, as if to determine what Helia was referring to. The curse, or perhaps gift of being in a Potions classroom all the time, was that you got use to the most disgusting of smells. 'Eyeballs from dead dugbogs.' She finally stated. 'Not my most preferred ingredient, but useful none the less.' She added shrugging cheerily.

[mistressofdarkness]

Erika walked into the Potion classroom, with a smile on her face. She loved potions. "Morning Professor, morning Bog, morning Halo!" she chirped cheerfully.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Morning all!" greeted Boggleworth. He took out his necessary equipment and readied himself to begin the lesson smiling around at everyone.
"Dead dugbogs hey? Are they a relation to me?" he joked

[The Sorting Hat]

Professor Wigglyfish greeted Erika, before grinning at Henry's comment. 'Well if you resemble a log of dead wood and live in marshes - then, yes.' She answered jokingly. 'Perhaps, we can start with a few questions whilst we wait for any others to arrive.' The Professor said looking around the few students. 'What is the affects of the Draught of Living Death potion?' She asked, indicating to the first person who put their hand up to answer.

[Thom Moen]

Thom, who had been silently musing at the side of the room, raised a hand. "It causes someone to fall into a deep sleep, so deep in fact that it was believed to be a state of living death." he said.

He nodded at Halo and Boggleworth in greeting.

[The Sorting Hat]

'Ah, Mr. Moen.' The Professor said smiling, only just realising his presence due to his much more discreet entrance. 'Exactly- Straight to the point. 10 points to Hufflepuff.' She said with an approving nod. 'Now, who could tell me an ingredient of this potion?' She asked, glancing from student to student.

[Thom Moen]

Feeling lucky that no one else could answer, Thom sat up straight. "Asphodel," he said. "And other include valerian roots, sopophorous bean and an infusion of wormwood." he remembered reading that particular sentence over and over again when he had first recieved his text books. He'd always assumed a potion like that would come in useful.

[The Sorting Hat]

The Professor beamed. 'Mr. Moen again, excellent! Another 10 points for your house. Particularly as you've named them all.' She said, before beginning to pace the room. ' The first ingredient mentioned there was asphodel, which has always been thought to be appropriate due to its distinct connection with the underworld.' The Professor explained. ' Though I think what also needs to be taken into account, is that in its stewed form it makes the perfect solvent.' It was little pieces of information like that which always was particularly credited on the written potions exams. 'You seem to know your stuff Mr. Moen, perhaps you know the significance of the sopohorous bean?' The Professor always appreciated someone who had done their reading, and was eager to let them show their understanding.

[Thom Moen]

"It's one of the strongest anethatists. If diluted when boiling, it can become powerful enough to set the consumer into a deep coma." he smiled. "It's used in medicine in small quantities as a sleeping potion."

[Henry Boggleworth]

"My word! You're a walking dictionary Thom, or should I say potions book!" he chuckled
"Not that that's a bad thing!" he laughed not wanting to upset anyone he continued
"Sleeping potion hey? pretty useful stuff that, I could do with some to shut Thom up, does it stop snoring as well, cause he snores loud enough to wake the dead!" joked Boggleworth grinning cheerfully at Thom.

[Thom Moen]

Thom laughed loudly and tossed a quill at Boggleworth. "Quiet you, I'm very proud of the sounds I'm capable of making!" he joked. "And I've got a thing for powerful draughts." he said fondly, staring at his text books before him.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Yeah you do make powerful drafts!" laughed Boggleworth catching the quill and pocketing it saying "thanks for that, I needed a new one! So very knind of you. Oh and the sounds you make aren't much to be proud of!" he teased.