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Eli Jarod 
Eli was at the back of the class, hoping the professor had forgotten her previous orders about sitting with the Slytherin she-snakes. Seated way in the back, he was hopefully out of the line of sight and therefore would make it through class unnoticed. Hopefully.
He set his cauldron up. "Scourgify." he whispered, casting the charm happily. It was one he knew, because his mum made him use it to clean up over the summer for punishment for getting mud tracked into the house. "Scourgify." he cleaned his table, too, just because he could.
Feeling good about his magical self, he turned his attention to the potion. He read the instructions and-- dagnnabbit! He'd have to ask a question of LaFlame. Reluctantly, he raised his hand.
"Perfesser?"
"What is it now Jarod? We are not far enough in the potion for you to have screwed up already." She said and then looked up at the student. "And why are you there? you need to sit between Miss Flores and Miss Shepard."
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Ameh ...well that story just brought up even more questions. Raiden let the astute comment pass without thinking about the praise; he was eighteen, and healing things held a large part in his life.
"May I ask how the mate was lost?" he asked, voice flat and even, unaffected by the apparent sadness of the story. "From what I understood, phoenixes don't die..."
And why would this person donate these tears to Hogwarts?! Why wouldn't he donate them to the hospital, where people were dying? There'd been countless instances in his own life where phoenix tears could have changed everything. There was no way he was the only one. There were others out there that were still sick and injured as he'd been...
"And how is it possible for them to be used in a potion that gets made so often?"
And wouldn't phoenix tears pretty much destroy the effects of the potion? They were meant to make your body work as it was supposed to. It healed and fixed things, and surely nothing you mixed them with could change that. De-aging wasn't in line with the entire idea of phoenix tears...
"I said lost, not died." She said and frowned at the prefect... this was going to make the students concentrate less on the potion and more on the feelings of sadness for the Phoenix. "The male Phoenix was sold and shipped to another country. And tell me Prefect, how often do you think this potion is made? No one wants to become their toddler self... if they do they will find it easier to use polyjuice potion and take a hair of a child. It is because of this ingredient, it isn't as frequently made as an aging potion which does not contain phoenix tears." She smiled at the boy.
"Now let's continue with the potion." she said and took two lacewing flies. "These are of the blue variety, because blue is the colour of youth." She added them to the potion. "Stir twice clockwise and five times counter clockwise." She said and demonstrated.