Things were going insane. As far as Brooklyn was concerned, or at least she was trying desperately given how sideways things were going for herself, she was going to try and stay calm. Except it was proving difficult as she continued trying to crush her bezoar and remember the instructions she had barely looked at before the activity had started. She hadn’t thought she’d still be feeling icky when it was her turn to brew. Part of her felt like maybe Hady had done something wrong, but then that wouldn’t explain why everyone else was still crazy. Therefore it must mean someone else had targeted them all, and she regained her trust in her partner. Except for that weird broom question she’d asked, to which Brooklyn had only responded with a look and then another glance at her mortar. Things were still foggy, so she lifted it up until her nose was practically in the powder.

Bad idea. It only made her want to sneeze, but she managed to lower the mortar awkwardly to the table before it happened. A sneeze, which almost made her fall off her chair. Thankfully, the mortar basically had stayed on the table, aside from some of the powder which tipped out of it to the floor. As far as she could tell, there was still four measures in there, and she quickly added that to her cauldron, plus two measures of standard ingredient. She’d tilted her head slightly once that was done, trying to think of the instructions again. Maybe the water was supposed to go in after the dry things. She couldn’t remember, but she hadn’t lit any flames yet so hopefully that meant she still could say she was a good potioneer. She thought there was two cups in the cauldron though, so there was that. She’d blinked as she’d straightened her head up again, anyway. That had just made the spinning worse, and she still had to heat the potion. That meant an awkward casting of Incendio, thankfully avoiding hitting anything she shouldn’t. Like Hady’s hair.

Things were still okay. She just had to let it brew for five minutes, as far as she remembered. She could do that. Except it would have been a lot easier without all the spinning and random rain in the classroom. At least the water had made the vomit smell less strong. It helped her keep her composure.

Mr. Reed started speaking in Japanese! That was right! Art remembered the young man speaking Japanese when he was in the carriage with him on the way to Hogwarts. But Art's head was buzzing around too much for him to comprehend what he was saying. "What are you saying Mr. Reed??" He still wasn't waking up. "Great Scott," Art muttered to himself, as Mr. Reed came to again, but promptly vomited. Art blinked a few times. Yes, the smell was making him nostalgic of the old days, his Healing training... He was being begged by the young man to do something. "I'll... I'll try to Mr. Reed," Art said. But the next minute, he seemed to have a young Ravenclaw on his leg. "Err..." he said, but then... WATER! SHOWER! "Pleh! PLEH" he said, "Mister.. MISTER LEONARD!" he said to get the young man's attention. Not that a spray of water was likely to kill anyone.... and then... "MISTER MERIWETHER!! YOU'RE SPRAYING US!" he bellowed. Not in an angry way, of course, but a STOP IT way.

But a glimpse of Miss. Pinkerton-Oliveira crawling under the table. "Oh, up you get Miss. Pinkerton-Oliveira," Art said, pulling her out by her leg. NO SLEEPING. He was not going to let any student sleep! Great SCOTT, no. "Stand up, young lady, that's the girl, up-up into the chair," he added, plonking her down and making sure she wasn't about to topple over...

He went to help other students, and almost slipped in a pile of vomit on the floor. "N-nevermind Mr. Thomas-Borzekowski," he said to the young lad, pulling his wand out and vanishing the vomit. "I-I'll try to... to err... to figure out what's going on," he said.

"Miss Kennedy," he said, giving the young Ravenclaw a trapezius squeeze to wake her up. "WAKE UP!" At least she was sitting, rather than on the floor. Merlin, they all wanted to sleep! But there was another one on the floor. "Miss. Guidry, up you get," he said, pulling at her arms to get her into a standing position. "Up you get," he said, directing her to sit down. "That's it, that's it." There was another one, Mr. Song was on the ground, as was Miss. Darcy, Mr. Choi slumped across the table, Mr. Browne's items were flying and, there were girls crying everywhere... Great Scott, no, he was not experienced to deal with tears. "Bless you Miss. Andrews," he said to the sneezer. And then someone threatening to get him fired? Well, he wasn't sure they need bother.

Art knew something was wrong. But what...?

He went over to his desk and picked up each of the ingredients, looking over it to assess it. Had he picked up a poor quality ingredient from his supply cupboard? The Bezoars looked normal, smelled normal, and had crushed normally. There was nothing wrong with that. The unicorn horn was certainly fine, and of good quality. The Mistletoe berries had the correct hue. He crushed one in his finger and smelled it, it was normal. He picked up a supply of Standard Ingredient and had a smell.

That was it.

His heart fell.

Rather than the lemon, minty scent Standard Ingredient SHOULD be like, all he could smell was... was parsley and thyme. "Great Scott!" He yelled. "S-someone has... has... has TAMPERED with the Standard Ingredient," He announced to the class. They were all poisoned. Their antidotes, as well as his, were duds. "I want you all to tip your antidotes down the sink." He, himself, took the lid off his and tipped it down the drain. Gone, gone, gone.

It was useless anyway.

And then Mr. Salander pointed out the obvious. "Yes... YES OF COURSE!" He went to his desk, rummaged around in his supplies, and pulled out the vials of antidote that he had previously brewed, a month or so ago. He took some clean cups from the shelves, and counted them out. One for each student. He poured the correct dose of antidote into each cup; 250mL. He knew his students were incapacitated, so he went about handing them out to everyone. "Here, drink this, quickly now, one gulp, that's right, down the hatch," he said, repeating himself as he went about handing them out. "Everyone is to drink the antidote immediately," he said.

He. Was. Doomed.

Headmistress Moxley was surely going to give him a warning or something. He... no, he had taken the Standard Ingredient from his stock that morning. He thought back to it. It was normal then. It had the correct smell... the correct look. It had been tapered with sometime between after dinner, and only a matter of hours ago.

Yes, someone must have tampered with it.

Was it a student? Or.. "Peeves," He said to himself. "Could it be?" The pesky Poltergeist had been pulling pranks as far as he could remember. Why he himself had been pranked many times by Peeves. But surely he wouldn't have done that...

OOC: Okay, Art has discovered WHY the Potions didn't work!

He has come around and given you ALL a cup of the Antidote which WILL work.

I'll be ending the lesson in about 12 hours, and closing the thread in 24 hours, so you have up to 24 hours to COMPLETE your 5 brewing/3 drinking posts for full marks.

If you've NOT finished, then ignore Art handing out the potion until you have finished with your brewing/drinking posts.

You can post as many times RPing the effects of the Poison wearing off, and explore the aftermath of your character. It's up to you whether your characters remember anything (hallucinations), etc. but all effects will have worn off.

Mel blinked at the Professor when she heard what he had said. SOMEONE HAD TAMPERED WITH HIS INGREDIENTS? “Professor should we have our ingredient supply kits tested?” Mel asked as she drank the vile of antidote that Professor Newton handed out.

“evanesco” she muttered cleaning out her cauldron and pointing her wand again she continued to magically clean and get rid of all of the potion she had made. “I…I was just wondering because if its bad supply perhaps its something that happened in the shop?” She offered as explanation. “maybe its just a bad supplier?” the first year was trying to make sense of everything…the words she was thinking she was saying made sense to her but at a barely audible voice and throwing in the fact that she was mainly going ugh and making awkward moaning sounds well…that helped people not understand a word she was saying.

Art listened to Miss. Johanson's suggestion. "Well... w-well that's a v-valid question Miss. Miss. Johanson," he said, "Ve-very valid indeed. But... well, it... it was fine only yesterday. It smelled as it should. It was-was fine. N-no someone or... something definitely tampered with the ingredients I measured out last night." The only question was... who or what had done it?

Bad Ingredients! He knew it!

Iron Chef instincts prevailed again! He'd be strutting like a fool being so right about this but Haddie-- she needs help!

Tenacius grabbed a cup even before the Professor was done pouring it for the others and rushed over to the incapacitated Ravenclaw "Haddie? Drink this, it should make you feel better." he said as he gingerly let her sip the cup.

And then he saw what was in her cauldron. Wowzers. "This looks like hot wine-- COUGH COUGH!" What the heck the stink! "Smells like a rat took a hot bath in this." he exclaimed through his muffled sleeve. Be gone stinky brew. "Evanesco!"

Nailed it. Nothing motivates effective spell casting better than the assault on the senses.

Hady knew she had asked Brooklyn something by the strange look the girl had given her but no matter how she tried now she just couldn't recall what it was. Hopefully it wasn't anything to important. Her father had always said if you forgot something then clearly it wasn't worth remembering. Maybe that would prove to be true in this case.

Leaving her partner to the brewing she turned her face back into her arms which still remained folded on the desk. It helped a bit to keep out the light, nose and sound some. One thing it didn't help with a water. "I-I don't need a bath," she announced lifting her head up from the desk once more when water began to spray at her. Trying to focus her hazel eyes on something Hady remembered she wasn't anywhere near a restroom let alone a bathtub for a bath. That only could mean one thing...

Tilting her head back, which wasn't a good idea as it made her all dizzy and the room spun around her making her groan quietly she felt the water hit her face from above. "Lookit Brooklyn! The ceiling is crying!" That had to be it because it wasn't raining indoors. Or was it? Yeah she didn't even know anymore.

Shaking the water from her hair made the dizziness ten times worse and she quickly grabbed onto the edge of her desk to keep from falling over. "Whoa..bad idea, bad idea," Hady mumbled closing her eyes tightly. Hady's lifted to her ears as Professor Newton began shouting about things which she couldn't understand clearly. Next thing she knew a cup of some funny looking liquid was being pressed into her hands and she was told to drink it.

Looking from the cup to the Professor back to the cup again. Lifting it to her face she sniffed at it and wrinkled her nose before remembering she was told to drink it. In one or two quick gulps Hadleigh drank the contents of the cup doing her best not to spit it out when she began coughing right after she swallowed. Ugh gross!

Setting the cup on her desk and closing her eyes a few moments as things settled down and her headache, dizziness, fogginess and everything faded away. Slowly opening her eyes she took in the room which was a wreck and then everyone else as well as her partner. Oh gosh Brooklyn was still ill then if the antidote hadn't worked! Her antidote...the one she had brewed hadn't worked. This really wasn't good. Had Brooklyn drank the real antidote yet? Was she alright now and how about the antidote she had been brewing had she gotten rid of it yet? All these questions went through her mind as she looked at the girl beside her.

What did they do now? Did they clean up and leave or did they need to wait and make sure everyone was alright? "Professor I can stay and help you clean up the room if you like." It appeared the man would need it with the mess that had been made everywhere. Vomit, water, spilled ingredients everywhere it was horrible.

All the commotion! Rachel hadn't even drifted off but she was being rudely disturbed by the shouting around her. What was that? Some one had tampered with the standard Ingredient Professor Art said? She opened her eyes slowly. Oh! She could see him handing out something to them... the real antidote. The Eagle sat up. "Esme.'' She shook her friend lightly by the shoulders. "Esme. Get up. I think Professor Art has the proper antidote.''

When the man reached them, she collected two cups- one for her and Esme. "Here, Esme. Drink it up.'' Rachel drank hers, her hand still shaking. She sincerely hoped that this one would work. She also knew now that it wasn't Esme's fault that the antidote she had brewed had failed.

Vaguely Kitty remembered that she had to add four measures of the crushed bezoar, two measures of the standard ingredients, and two cups of water. She still felt as if she were floating - only now she was floating peacefully and everyone else was floating with her. Shaking her head to stay awake Kitty counted to four and then put all the bezoar powder into her cauldron. Then she did with the ingredients and the water. Wait did she do correctly? It was hard to tell when you are drifting peacefully through the air.

Madge was suddenly handed a cup of something by the professor. A real antidote? She downed it immediately and her face twisted at the taste, or perhaps the poison had played with her taste buds and this was supposed to taste good? She wasn't sure.

The burble in her stomach died down slowly but steadily until she felt as if she could stand up long enough and steadily enough to sit back in her chair. Thank goodness the fabric she had tied around her wild hair was tied tightly still, or she'd probably have vomit all over her hair.

She looked about the classroom at the students coming out of their stupors and hallucinations. The classroom was, well... a wreck.

Madge raised her hand, though in this chaos she wasn't sur eit even mattered. "Professor, would you like me to help with righting the classroom? It's..." she took another look around the classroom. There were cauldrons upturned, vomit, vials of ingredients not where they should be... "A bit of a mess after that ruckus..."

Jace’s vision swirled as Professor Art started to walk around the classroom. He was afraid to let go of the man’s leg because with his fogged mind, he could see the older man wading through ankle deep waters with fat rats swimming in it. The Ravenclaw must’ve had his nails dig deep into the man’s skin as he moved about the room checking on everyone, and as he retrieved his back-up antidote in his storeroom.

The first year gagged as the man walked, making his vision sway and swirl at the same time. “Professor...please...” Jace whimpered, almost begging the man to vanish the swimming rats on the floor. Goodness, this is torture.

Through his clouded vision, Jace released himself from the man’s leg, accepted the clear vessel with two hands, and downed the real antidote in one go. At that point, real cure or not, Jace didn’t mind. He didn’t bother to examine or think about the liquid being handed to him because he was that desperate. The moment he finished drinking the liquid, he felt the whirlwind motion of being pulled back to normalcy. Jace found himself on the floor in the most undignified situation, and slowly got up to his feet with the aid of a nearby chair. The small boy looked from the wet, puke-stained floor, to his very wet trousers and shirt, and then to the rest of the class.

“Oh.” Was all that he can say. His right hand subconsciously reached up to the side of his head, and tried to steady the throbbing nerve on his temple. “What...how...?” he said tilting his head to the side, trying to recollect his thoughts. He did remember his hallucinations...the shouting...and a confession.

He stood there idly, slowly remembering the things that happened. He can...surprisingly...remember everything. If the poison was stronger, then there was a huge percentile that he wouldn't remember anything. With a mild poison however, he was rendered impaled in terms of lack of control with his thoughts, imagination...and mouth. As memories started to organize in his brain, his brown eyes fell on Azura...and his face turned scarlet. It’s not because he’s mad, or shocked...it’s just that...in general, he’s really not good at accepting compliments. Those were words of compliments, right?

Jace turned...and went back to his workstation, and was very disgusted to see his workstation in such condition. His notes...his precious notes were now soaked in water and vomit combined, black ink bleeding and mixing with the liquid mess. His brown eyes suddenly shifted from the mess to his partner. “Elsa! Elsa are you alright? Come on, you have to drink this antidote quickly.” He said picking up her cup with both hands and gave it to her. Did she need help drinking it or what?

The next step was burning the cauldron for five minutes, right? She wasn't certain, everything seemed so foggy. In her confusion Kitty confused the mortar with her wand. She picked it up and waved it around the cauldron. "I'm almost ready Tia, just keep floating in your spot."

Azura was having extremely pleasant dreams of walking through the cherry blossoms in Japan with Jace. She was smiling over at him happily, her hand in his as he talked about how wonderful the spring was..

She was about to agree when suddenly she was roughly pulled from her dream and she woke up to chaos! She whined a little as she got up into her desk and slumped down a little.. Why had the Professor woken her up? She had been happy!!

She blinked groggily as she looked at the cup that was set before her and she slowly took it and drained it down..

She started to go back to a normal temperature, her head started to clear and the spinning room went back to being stationary! Her sleepiness went away and she blinked a little..

Only to.. fully remember what had happened and what she had said. Sadly, she couldn't blame her feelings on the poison. It had just brought them out! She felt a moments panic as she looked around and then her eyes met Jaces. had he remembered?

Please Merlin..

No.. No! The boys red face was enough to say he remembered everything..

Azura didn't blush.. She paled.. The twelve year old lost all color and she turned her gaze away from him.

NO! No! NOOOO!

Her hands gripped the desk and she stared down at it unseeingly. She hadn't ever EVER wanted him to know. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest as she tried to think of someway to take it back!

Merlin.. She was going to lose her friend!!

Stupid.. Stupid feelings!

She was only sitting there because Class was still in session.. Other wise she would have been long gone. She tried to hold back her tears as she just stared at her desk.. Her knuckles turning white from their death grip on it.

Someone had tampered the ingredients...

Was this some kind of JOKE?!

Merlin, this was cruel! Even though Ava was kind of prankster herself, but she'd never done something harmful like this. This was unacceptable! This Professor Rat man must've been fired right now. Having a father who was a healer and a sister worked with potions, she knew that Professor Newton had made a critical mistake. very critical.

But then he said that he had prepared the real antidote. Welp.. Still what had he done was unforgivable. The young lioness then grabbed the cup and gulped it. Slowly she felt that her stomachache was gone, also the blurry vision, dizziness, dehydration and the nauseous.

"You should've been lucky that none of your students died today, sir." Again she spoke up.

Despite of his headache, Matt was enjoying Aguamenti-ing everything and everyone! He caught the eyes of the Hufflepuff boy who had started it and gave him a thumbs up as well. Professor Newt yelling at them, kind of like letting them know they were 'spraying them' made Matt crack up again. Merlin, this lesson was hilarious! Minus the headache and nausea, those could go away.

The fact people were yelling at him to stop made Matt want to carry on with it, and he did. He kept waving his wand around and water went everywhere... until Ariadne spoke to him again, sort of asking but more telling him that he would brew the antidote, 'wasn't him'? "Uhh..." The Gryffindor lowered his wand and looked at the ingredients and his cauldorn that were all covered with his vomit. He was about to say 'sure', but professor Newt told them the reason why the first batch of antidotes didn't work. Ooohhh, no wonder he was still feeling terrible. He grinned at Ariadne. "I guess not!" He got off his stool, not as quickly as he usually would because he wasn't even sure if there was still anything else left in his stomach, and went to get some of the real antidote. Before he got anywhere, though, there was professor Newt in front of him with a vial. "Thaanks!" Matt said as he took it and drank it all in one go. Goodbye, headache and nausea, Matt was done with the both of you.

...

He was still soaking wet, though, haaahahaha! Now, where was the Hufflepuff boy?? Matt wanted to be his friend!

This was really going splendidly.

She raised the heat under her cauldron to medium. 1. . .2. . .3. . .4. . .5. Perfect! She lowered the heat to its original temperature and started the tortuously boring 5 minute wait.

Mason leaned back against the table behind her and scanned the room as she waited. She couldn't help but grin as Colt threw up. Serves him right. . .

It seemed that the elixir was having a different affect on everyone who drank it. Azura herself was acting a little weird as well. "You okay?" she asked the Ravenclaw, "Azy?"

The girl was acting totally weird as she scooted closer to her, "Please don't vomit on me, dude. You can't be sleepy though, you still need to brew after this!" she laughed and petted Azy's head, "I like you too, buddy. And yes, you can call me anything you want."

Mason looked over at Jace, the one that Azy had just confessed to wanting to be kissed by him, "Oh Merlin, Azura. You need to get it together." she smirked at the girl, "Why wouldn't he like your eyes? They're so cool-looking!"

Mason patted Azy's head again before moving back to her potion. She took a pinch of Unicorn-hair and threw it into the concoction. Ones. . .twice. . . she stirred it clockwise before adding two Mistletoe-Berries to the mix. She stirred it anti-clockwise this time, only twice.

Now to wait, again.

Post 3: Brewer (finishing up)

When the two minutes were up, Mason looked down at her potions and smiled with satisfaction. It looked absolutely wonderful.

She stuck a little vail into the concoction and scooped some of her magnificent antidote into it.

She almost dropped it as Azura confided her feelings for Jace. Had she seriously just said that she loved him? The poison had clearly done number on the girl. Mason shuddered at the thought of having to be its next victim.

She turned to Azy and shoved the potion into the clumsy-girl's hand, "There, that should make everything better."

Hopefully. . . if it didn't, well then. . . oops.

Now it was Azy's turn to be the brewer. . . and Mason's turn to be the victim. Ughhh.

Ingredients acquired, Sam laid them out in what she thought was the right order. Less likely to forget something that way, especially with how sleepy she was feeling. It making her sluggish. Oh so sluggish.

Just like Oliver's antidote, because she was preeeeetty sure it hadn't kicked in yet. And oh, he was back leant against the desk! When did he sneak back?!

She raised a hand to her mouth as she gave a loud yawn and attempted to remember what she needed to do first. Right, the bezoar. She needed to powder it in the mestle and portar thing. She dropped the stone in, and stabbed at it with the thing that looked like a beater's bat. Was that the mestle or the portar? Regardless, it startled to crumble.

Stab. Stab. Stab.

Was it a powder? She wobbled as she tried to focus on the bowl to see, suddenly feeling woozy. She grabbed onto the desk to steady herself, and figured it must be.

She closed her eyes momentarily to vaguely rid herself of the dizziness, before measuring it into the cauldron. It said five measurements, right? And then two measures of the standard ingredient. Whatever that was.

Haddie lifted her head just long enough to sip down the new antidote, silently thankful it wasn't her antidote. Her head was pounding and Tenacius' face was fizzing at the edges like a soda can... Oh, thank Merlin, he got rid of her atrocious failure. With the smell gone she was actually starting to feel better. The edges of her lips curled into a smile. "My hero... I like you, Tenacius. You're a cool dude..."

Haddie closed her eyes and was so still and silent for the next few minutes that one might have thought she'd fallen asleep. Then she lifted her head and breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, the room was still swaying ever-so-slightly and the light was still a bit thin and stretched, but she was feeling soo much better. She smiled gratefully at Tenacius. "Thank you."

Haddie glanced around the room, seeing how everyone else was doing, and once again her eyes fell on her ex-bestie. She still had the sharpie all over her face, and even though Haddie was more or less back to being her old self, she still felt being poisoned and acting delirious and foolish in front of everyone was enough to deal with. Haddie raised her wand, without getting up from her seat and aimed it at Rachel's face. She was feeling much better, and was confident she could cast magic again without almost passing out. Nor did she need to go over to the girl to cast it now. "Scourgify!" There that should take care of the sharpie.

Jace settled Elsa’s cup on his workstation, feeling his knees are about to collapse under his weight. The poison made him very tired, uncomfortable, stinky...and he could feel a mild headache thrumming inside his skull. The Ravenclaw collapsed on his chair unceremoniously, a huff escaping his mouth. Despite being drenched in water, he could feel excessive body heat escaping his skin, making his face more flushed than ever. It must be the antidote battling the remnants of the poison inside his system, right?

Jace leaned back on his chair, contemplating whether or not he should succumb to sleep. He was more than tempted to faceplant on his messy workstation. What he wanted right now is a good shower, fresh clothes, warm bed, and hot bowl of ramen. Seeing that he shouldn’t cave in to the temptation of dozing off, Jace slowly but surely got up from his seat, and headed for the wash basin to wash his face with cold water. It should wake him up at least, and help his body cool down after ingesting something very horrible.

Once he was done, he dried his face with his hands...and paused to see Azura looking...troubled? Jace clamped down on his fears, and allowed his feet to drag him where Azura was seated.

Tap tap.

“What’s wrong?” Surely, the antidote worked this time around, right? Jace could not help but think of what happened earlier. He does remember, but Azura has no way to confirm that he did. It must be a big deal to her, but to Jace it really wasn’t. There’s nothing wrong with admiring a friend, right? The Ravenclaw is truly flattered, but he was more concerned with how fragile Azura is with these things. And so, he will just pretend that he doesn’t remember anything. That should make things easier for her, right? “Do you need Professor Art’s attention?” The thing about being a son of a diplomatic relations officer is that he was able to pick up a basic trick of masking information, should he need to conceal truths for the greater good. In Jace’s opinion, he was rather getting good at it the longer he spends his time with his dad.

People kept shouting, some voices over others and all Elsa wanted to do was sleep. She kept rocking herself trying to muffle the sounds. Then someone pulled her up and sat her on her stool again. She opened her mouth to tell them to go kiss Morgana's feet but somehow noticed it was Professor Art.

I'M SAFE Her mind screamed. Elsa tried to steady herself on the stool but her mind kept twirling around. She grabbed the seat so strongly her knuckles turned white. Then more screaming, something about tempering and ingredients but her mind didn't register. She didn't register that or the potion Professor Art placed next to her. Not until Jace stared at her straight in the face and placed it in her hands.

Might as well given water to a starving woman, she drank it as quickly as she could and instantly her vision cleared and she stared at Jace's face in wonder. After thinking she would never see anything else other than a sick fog, he looked absolutely stunning. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him for dear life.

"OH MERLIN I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE!" she cried into his shoulder. It didn't matter she was soaked in her own sweat, it didn't matter she probably looked like a mess and Jace was no better. At that moment she was so grateful to be alright. She wasn't sure about what happened during the time she was under the influence of the poison, she remembered bits and pieces of the conversations that had issue, but wasn't sure if they were real or her imagination.

She kept hugging him as tightly as she could "What happened?! The antidote didn't work did it? But surely it wasn't just yours.." she murmured trembling, keeping him in arm's length but still holding both his shoulders in her hands. At that moment she finally took time to look around and.. Merlin... what a mess.

...WHAT?!

They were all SERIOUSLY, LEGIT poisoned?! No wonder she felt so loopy and out of it. Ariadne felt like crying, but at the same time, she felt so out of it that she didn't even know if she knew how to cry right now. Part of her brain, a VERY SMALL part, knew what SHOULD be going on. The other part of her brain, a VERY LARGE part, had no idea how to do anything but feel out of sorts and kind of like she might puke at any given second.

There was an antidote, though. A REEEEEAL one, she hoped. She just had to figure out how to put one foot in front of the other and get up there to get it. Ariadne stumbled and hit the side of someone's work station. "Sorry...sorrrrrry," she said. That would be a bruise in a few hours. Just a few more steps, and she should be there. Comingggg, antidote!

Did that say 55 cups of water? Sam squinted between the board and Oliver's notes, now wishing she'd made her own before drinking the fake!poison that really didn't feel so fake. Would her cauldron even hold that much? It seemed an awful lot to make all of one cup of antidote.

She closed an eye and squinted at it again. Now it said a single 5. That was much more reasonable! Of course, still wrong, but it was what she thought she could see and that was all she could go by right now. She added the water to the cauldron, and read the next line.

Heat for 2 seconds? Was that even worth worthwhile?

She counted 2 hippogryffs before sitting back and leaving it to brew for a further two minutes.

Lalala.

Mason looked at the drink sceptically. Was it really worth it? What if she turned out like Azura???

That would be horrible, there was absolutely no telling what would come out of her mouth. She looked down at Azy and back at the drink. She shuddered again before lifting the little vail to her lips. Here goes nothing. . .

She tilted her head back and swallowed the content of the little bottle. She almost gagged as the elixir hit the back of her throat. What was that taste? It tasted like gross laundry and mildew and the clump you'd find in a shower-drain. Like an old person. . . just less soapy.

Something in her back felt like it was popping and her hearing was slowly depleting. What in Merlin's name was happening?!

Her feet were killing her and her vision was blurry. A sneer played across her lips as she stooped down. All these damn dirty kids. It was their bloody fault. . .

She turned towards Rachel and jabbed her in the back. "Back in my day, a wizard would never accessorize their face like that. My parents would have given me a good beating if I came home looking like that." What were these ruffians doing on her lawn anyway? Why hadn't her gnomes attacked these hooligans yet? "Useless! The whole bunch of ya!"

Humpf, what had their species sunken to?

What was it with this school and putting him into a state like this? He did not like it. The lurching feeling in his stomach was an unwelcome addition to the problems he was having with seeing and moving; the shaking eleven year old grasped the leg of one of the work stations and held onto it tightly, because the blurry room was still swaying quite a bit and he didn't want to get thrown into the ceiling or something.

All he wanted was to get better and leave. There was still that overwhelming feeling that the entire world beyond the potions classroom door had gone wrong, and he needed to go see how and why and if he could fix it. The professor was talking again, but everything had started to sound like background noise now and Jaemin couldn't really grasp what he was saying. Something about tambourines. And Stanford immediates. He didn't really have it in him to pay attention at the moment. He was too busy not dying.

He hadn't noticed the professor moving around the classroom, and he let out a quiet yelp when a cup was pushed into his hands. He wasn't prepared for that, and he sorta dropped it... it landed flat, luckily, but some of the teal liquid inside sloshed out onto the floor. Just two or three tablespoons worth... was that going to matter? He lifted his head to look up at the professor, only half aware of what was in the cup and about to ask just to make sure, but he was already moving on... and Jaemin was so thirsty. It didn't truly matter what was in the cup at that moment, because he was totally drinking it anyway.

He didn't even taste it this time.

Was that two minutes? It felt like two minutes, but she couldn't see the hands of the clock to be sure. And to be honest, if she sat on this stool any longer she'd fall asleep, so it'd have to be.

She yawned as she added in the pinch of unicorn horn, and yawned wider as she picked up her spoon to start stirring. One, two, three, four, five stirs clockwise. Five berries were added, and then more stirring, this time in the opposite direction.

...and back to more waiting. She could just have little nap in those five minutes, right? Oliver should be totally fine with that, given he'd brewed the antidote that STILL hadn't worked.

Norah lifted her head with difficulty when Yoongi announced his potion was finished, feeling a rush of nausea that caused her to groan and cling to his arm as she stood up. Oh man. At least it was going to END now, right? Goodbye misery, hello being a hero and saving Yoongi. That sounded much more pleasant.

She kept a steadying hand on his arm and put the vial shakily to her lips with the other. The prefect swallowed the contents in two gulps, noting that it was less horrid than the first potion had been. Even so, her throat didn't seem to agree with the whole premise of drinking things, and she let out a hacking cough, still holding onto Yoongi's arm until she could breathe normally again. Well. Normal-er? Apparently this antidote thing took a while to start working, 'cause she really didn't feel much better. Oh well. It HAD to work. Yoongi had brewed it, after all. She had complete faith in him, okay? Probably couldn't even been much better if Sophie Brown herself had brewed it. Hopefully.

Not wanting to waste too much time even though she still felt dreadful, Norah slowly reached for a bezoar--was that a bezoar? everything was still horribly blurry--and placed it in her mortar. She would've cleaned it all first, but y'know. Lifting a wand didn't seem like it was within the realm of her capability just yet. She lifted the pestle and let it drop on the bezoar, which remind completely intact. Ufgfgjhklhfgdk. She needed to sit down. She needed to sit down right this instant.