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Post by michael123 on Jul 11, 2007 22:01:39 GMT
Michael had come back to Hogwarts, though for what reasons remains clear only to himself. Standing in the classroom that was situated in the dungeon, his own cauldron standing behind him, full of a potion that had a mother-of-pearl sheen to it. The one he was going to teach these half-wits about. Though he wasnt stupid enough to teach them how to make it, that could cause problems for some students, who, were above others in thier looks.
His classroom was dark, dank and musty. Pictures of old witches and wizards lined the walls. He peered into the cauldron and smiled down at his work. Michael didnt have much trouble brewing potions, if he did he wouldnt be where he was now, would he? Though he wasnt fool enough to say he was a Master potion maker, for he is not.
Michael turned to his board and wrote:
Ingredients:
2 Frozen Ashwinder Eggs
1 Unfrozen Ashwinder Egg
True enough, it did not take many ingredients to make this particular potion, but it was a particulary difficult one to make. The instructions on how to make this potion were complicated and it had to be left to brew for at least three months, which he had started for these younglings before he even came here.
His lesson was due to start at any given moment, with one glance back he looked at the potion, the mother-of-pearl-sheen should be the first giveaway to what the potion, actually is. The Second would be the characteristic ways that the smoke was rising from the cauldron. Though Michael didnt know if these students would see that, or if they would even know what it was.
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Kim Rivers
Loving you isnt really something i should do!
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Post by Kim Rivers on Jul 11, 2007 23:11:02 GMT
Kim had potions first thing that day and no way could she be bothered with it. She folded back the sleeves on her robes and trudged down to the dungeons to see what rubbish they would be learning today. Kim had heard that there had been a switch of Professors. This potions Professor was new blood, but would he be a soft touch like the last one? She'd have to find out.
Pushing the door open to the Potions classroom, it was dark in here. Musty too. Great... Kim thought to herself. She hated Musty at the best of times, let alone in a classroom. She glanced the room and saw the cauldron bubbling away. Well she assumed it was bubbling since she could not actually see the contents. Strange patterned wisps of smoke emmitted from the cauldron. What is that?
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jul 11, 2007 23:42:36 GMT
Sarie entered the room she was rather neveurs. She had never brewed a postion before but she had read the book for the class. She Arrived to see one other student in the class. She took a seat in the middle of the room to make sure she could see. Now she was waiting for the class to begian
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 12, 2007 0:06:58 GMT
Grace was determined not to be tardy for any more classes so she made sure she walked quickly to her first lesson, Potions. She had heard from a number of teachers that there was a new Potions Master but none could make any speculation on him as a person. Grace thought it odd but didn't make a fuss; rather she walked into the stuffy class and smiled when she spotted the new professor.
"Hello Professor," she said as she made her way to a desk near the front but not in the front, she didn't want to seem over eager. She noticed the large cauldron behind the professor and tried to look around him to see what it was. Grace had always had an aptitude for potions and when she saw the mother of pearl sheen she frowned. She recognized what it was but she thought it was an odd introduction to a new teacher.
Grace raised her hand and said, “professor, why did you pick this particular potion?” She leaned a little forward to smell it. Of course! she thought, when the smell of rain and of a new book and another smell she'd scarily admit to herself came to her mind Grace knew exactly what it was for sure. She blushed red and sat down. She hoped no one noticed but she also knew that as soon as they smelled it similar thoughts would come to their minds.
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Post by michael123 on Jul 12, 2007 3:05:31 GMT
Michael watched as his classroom seemed to fill up. A slytherin girl entered the room and he watched as her eyes gazed to the potion behind him. He turned to it himself to make sure that everything was indeed, correct. Turning back to the Slytherin student he nodded to a chair, signalling her to hurry up and sit down.
Following her closely, was a Gryffindor. He supposed he would have to make more of an effort with these people now, than he did when he was in school. He had to keep reminding himself he was now actually a Professor.
"Good morning young Miss" he answered her. He noticed she was looking around him as if to see what was in the cauldron. Michael looked to the potion as she raised her hand and asked her question. I see this one is a questioner he thought lazily to himself. "Well why not?" Michael said, "It is about as interesting a potion as any, and a particulary good place to start as one means to go on" he turned to the potion and walked behind it. "Well?" he looked at them all, "How can you expect to know what this is, if you dont even get up to look at it?" he would have thought these people had some kind of initiative, clearly not. He turned back to the Hufflepuff girl, "I suppose you know what this is then Miss?"
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jul 12, 2007 3:22:43 GMT
Sarie looked at the couldon. Sir, dont som potions look the same in color. At som point u need to look at steam or smell maybe.... She wasnt sure if she was right but she wanted to learn Admin Edit: You're neglecting some of the RP Rules, use of punctuation in particular. The RP rules also ask for at least a paragraph of RP, so a bit more than a few sentences. So if you could take this into account in future, that would be great  Sarie looked at the cauldron. "Sir, don't some potions look the same in color? At some point you need to look at steam or smell maybe.." She wasnt sure if she was right but she wanted to learn. |
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Post by michael123 on Jul 12, 2007 3:30:54 GMT
Michael looked at the Gryffindor girl with slight exaspiration. Though he didnt say anything and just noted she was a first year. "Yes, some potions do indeed look the same" He looked down at this particular one "But none look the same as this one. This one is the only one with a sheen such as it has"
He beckoned the young Gryffindor closer, "Have a sniff, though do not feel pressurised into telling us what it is you smell" He stood out of the way so she could smell the potion. Michael himself would never openly admit what it was he smelt inside this, for it smelt different to each person.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jul 12, 2007 3:36:29 GMT
Sarie sniffed the the potion. She thought it smelled fremillar but she couldnt place it at the moment. she was more relaxed now. She sat dack down
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Post by michael123 on Jul 12, 2007 16:21:57 GMT
Mike looked towards the hufflepuff girl who seemed to know at least, what she was doing. Which was more, he was sure, could be said about most students in this place. "Miss Hufflepuff" he said beckoning her to the cauldron. "Examine this potion for me, and tell me your conclusion"
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jul 12, 2007 21:13:35 GMT
'Does anyone else smell smoke?' Marishka asked as she appeared in the doorway, eyes narrowing in concentration, nostrils twitching as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, taking in the rich, earthy smell that was wafting about the room. Marishka had always loved the smell of a good bonfire, especially when the scent had got into her clothes, but she couldn't see any fire aside from the small flickering flames under a cauldron of silvery, shimmering potion...
'Oh. Amortentia.' She remarked somewhat flatly, her cheeks tinging with pink as she realised her senses had been tricked by the world famous love potion. 'Just me then, eh?' Marishka cleared her throat awkwardly and slipped behind a desk in the middle of the room, a small, defensive frown twisting her features.
Her dark eyes swiveled on the new professor, regarding him deeply for a moment before casting her gaze out of the window, thoroughly embarrassed.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jul 12, 2007 21:49:50 GMT
oh... said Sarie understanding. Her check flushed when she realzied what it smelled like to her. She opened her book to the chapter about the potion. This was something she hadnt read yet. She looked up at the teacher hoping more about the potion was coming.
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Post by michael123 on Jul 13, 2007 2:36:13 GMT
Michael looked around at the doorway, "I do not think anyone but you smells smoke" He said with a smile, recognising the Slytherin he had heard about. She was a smart girl he had heard, and had the attitude of a Slytherin too. No favourites now.. he laughed in his head. He had decided to treat everyone equally, depsite his mere hatred towards some types.
He smiled when she recognised the potion, "As i said, it is just you. Though now we all know what attracts you, smoke." He said with a smirk as he turned to the potion, "She is quite right. This here potion is Amortentia. A particulary dangerous potion. Not to mention very difficult to brew." He looked around the classroom and back to the Slytherin girl, "Ten points for recognising this potion, Miss... Mayfair is it?"
"Now can anyone tell me what this potion is famous for? More to the point... why?" He asked, knowing by now most would know what it was famous for being. Though probably not knowing why.
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Alexis Heart
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Post by Alexis Heart on Jul 13, 2007 3:06:04 GMT
Alexis had to admit potions wasn't her favorite subject. She just had so much trouble with it from time to time. Why she had to take it she did not know but until she could give it up she would have to trudge along. The teachers question were pretty much going right over head. She had no idea what was in there, or what it was used for and surely why it was famous.. She would be surprised if she could actually make it.
Sitting in the back she tried to sink lower in her chair the better for her not to be noticed she always thought. Her quill was poised and ready to take notes but taking part in class was just not for her. She was feeling bad for that one Gryffindor thinking that perhaps she should use Alexis' method of learning, keep you trap shut if you don't know what you're on about. Laughing silently at her little joke she looked back down at her parchment.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 13, 2007 12:32:04 GMT
Grace nodded at the professor and was about to start explaining when the Gryffindor got ahead of Grace. She giggled quietly to herself at the silly question but paid careful attention to the professor's answer. Grace had her notebook out and was making notes on what the professor said when a Slytherin came in, smelling smoke.
Grace turned in her seat and looked at her. That must be the effect the potion has on her, Grace concluded and was just about to point this out to the professor when the Slytherin gave the name of the potion. Grace frowned, [/i]damn! I wanted to say that.[/i] Grace sighed when the professor awarded her ten points but thought it odd she didn't say any more on the potion.
This was Grace's turn. She raised her hand again and said, "sir, Amortentia is the strongest love potion in the world. It's easily recognisable by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen," she said standing up and walking to the cauldron, and added, waving a hand in the steam that was raising, "and the way the steam characteristically rises in spirals." Grace looked at the professor with a smile and added, "and it has the ability to smell differently to everybody, according to what attracts them."
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Post by michael123 on Jul 13, 2007 18:52:15 GMT
Michael looked to the back of the class and frowned when he saw a ravenclaw girl still sitting down. "Are you a part of this class?" he said, "Because if you are, i suggest coming up here like the rest of them. How are you supposed to see the potion from way back there?" His eyes were cold as he looked at the ravenclaw.
"Yes Miss.. Marks i think." Michael still wasnt sure of everyones names, but he was trying, "Amortentia is indeed the worlds strongest love potion, which deems it one of the most dangerous. Why? Because it works is why" Michael looked around at the class, "Sure enough, it does not create love for love cant be made through such means. Though it puts the drinker in a state of... well i suppose you could say obsession. Make's the drinker obsessed with the maker of the potion, until such time that the maker stops giving the potion to the drinker" He looked down at the potion, "Then the drinker can decide whether to stay, or leave. Though when used potions like these, it usually ends in heartbreak i would not suggest it. Nor am i going to teach you how to brew it, so dont even ask. 10 points to Hufflepuff"
"I am to take it, none knows why this potion is famous?" Michael shrugged, he was sure they should have known that if they'd looked into Voldemorts past, or if it had even been taught them. "Most of you know, Lord Voldemort, before his death, was not a pureblooded wizard. He was only half blood. His mother, Merope Gaunt was the witch, his father Tom Riddle, the muggle" he looked around the class hoping everyone knew this. "Though Tom Riddle was from a rich and well respected family. Merope was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, as was her brother Morfin and her father, Marvolo. They lived in squaler, and were known as the tramps of the village. So naturally, Tom Riddle would not, willingly fall in love with Merope now would he?"
He turned and beckoned for his class to sit down, "So while Morfin and Marvolo were locked away in Azkaban, Merope brewed up the Amortentia love potion, and it is assumed that during one of Tom Riddles rides alone, on a hot day, it would not take much for him to accept a glass of water, now she had been able to start looking after herself. Obviously after that, the town was in uproar. The Riddle's son, run off with the village tramp. She kept him under this spell, and fell pregnant eventually. Well being naieve she let him off the spell, thinking by now he must love her, or would stay with her for the baby. But he did not, he left. Forgetting about her, and the baby that would grow up to be Voldemort, and kill him" He looked around the class and gave a smirk, "Even behind potions, theres a history"
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