Despite its new location in the former ancient runes classroom, the potions classroom still manages to retain its musty, creepy, atmosphere, perhaps due to flickering candlelight which bounces off the walls from the sconces. The windows are closed and the room is dim and chilly.

The main floor of the classroom is filled with large work tables, each accompanied by two stools. Each seat in the class has a stand suitable for a standard cauldron and a small bunsen burner for a fire source beneath it.

The walls of the room are lined with shelves, laden with jars of every shape and size. The entire room is fastidiously neat, and all the jars have been organized according to size and shape. Each have uniform, detailed parchment-coloured labels describing their contents.

Most of the jars appear to be filled with innocous liquids or plant materials. However, many of the jars house more insidious ingredients: there is one jar that appears to be filled with bloated pickled toads, another stores fat eyeballs from an unknown mammal, and still others seem to contain the visceral organs of animals - spleens, newt tails, a whole jar filled with tiny black beetle eyes, and wriggling, fat flobberworms. There is one jar that appears to hold some sort of severed hand,suspended in gelatinous fluid as though it is waving to the class.

Black marble shelves alone the perimeter of the classroom hold a host of common lab equipment: stills, crucibles, mortars and pestles, an open jar filled with glass and wooden stirring rods, empty phials and corks, knives, evaporating dishes- everything a young potion maker may need is on hand. There is also a fairly large collection of ancient books on potion making at the back of the class.

At the front of the class, there is a chalkboard, a lectern, and a large locked cabinet which houses the more dangerous potion-making supplies and brewed potions. There is also a shelf lined with cauldrons that are steaming and bubbling, brewing whatever the professor is working on.

Welcome to potions class. The chalkboard reads simply:

ooc: Please go ahead and RP entering the class; it will start as soon as we have a fair number of students in the class and run for at least 48 hours to give every time zone a fair chance for participation. Thanks! ~Xana~

Copernicus entered the Potions classroom, nodding at the professor. "Good day to you, sir. It's odd to be doing this outside of the dungeons."

Only... was it? The place was still creepy, not at all like Lupa kept it. Copernicus took a stool in the middle of the room where he could watch the professor's actions closely.

Gee. Celandine looked around, lacking a certain spark of interest. Potions was not her favourite subject and all the weird ingredients and potions and smells and the distinctly metallic taste in the air reminded her of being in her brother's lab. She could brew things, follow instructions to the letter, but Cel didn't have a lot of instinct working for her when it came to potion making.

Sure it was magic, but if the magic didn't come from within herself, Cela tended to be unable to 'feel' her way forward. So all her advantages in charms, transfigurations, Defence against the Dark Arts and her instincts in Divination all pretty much amounted to nothing.

Really the only draw card was Professor Kazimeriz.

She took a seat, immediately taking out a selection of textbooks, her parchment and a quill, and prepared to be completely and utterly bored out of her mind.

Textbook already in hand, Anna entered the new Potions classroom and took a seat near the chalkboard in the front of the room. As soon as she was settled, she glanced up to read the details about what was in store for them today. Hmm...orientation, texts, notes... She dug into her bag and pulled out the materials she would need, lining them up neatly on the work table in front of her. When she was done, she cracked open her textbook and read quietly, hoping to brush up on a few skills she'd learned throughout the years. Merlin knew she'd need all of this...and more...when she headed into the Potions field just after graduation.

Professor Kazimeriz nodded at Copernicus. "Good day, Mr. Kettleburn. It is something of an adjustment- I remember all too well my own days in the dungeons, and the familiarity of the potions classrooms. However, I think this arrangement will turn out to be quite suitable for our needs." He smiled a little, thinking fondly of the potions labs in the dungeon. He had been looking forward to teaching there. Alas. Perhaps by next class the flooding would be resolved. He nodded politely to Miss Toussaint and Miss Greingoth, narrowing his eyes momentarily as he looked at the ladies. Toussaint, who could not seem to stay out of trouble... and Greingoth, who always seemed to be conveniently close to trouble when it showed up. Hm. "Ladies." he said in a cool, polite tone.

Lucy entered the Potions classroom, biting her lip nervously. The classroom may have been moved to a new location, but it certainly still had its creepy atmosphere. 'Just like Kazi.' She thought, her mood lighting up a little. Lucy walked over to a workstation and set her bag down next her stool and sat down on it.

As the fifth year waited for the professor, she looked around the place, noticing the jars filled with liquids that digusted her. 'Eww....wait is that fat eyeballs? EWW!' Lucy thought quickly diverting her gaze to the chalk board in front of her. She sighed and took her textbook out, along with some parchment and a quill with a bottle of ink.

"Hello Sir." Celandine greeted, cheerfully enough.

The highpoint of the lesson had totally been reached. She'd missed his classes and could only really hope that she'd end up enjoying this one as much as she had enjoyed his DaDA classes.

But she seriously doubted it.

Aislynn looked forward to this class more than any of the others. She found the information most useful. She walked in and was a bit scared as she walked into the classroom. She found it hard to look the professor in the eye, he always came across so intimidating. But, she wasn't about to lack in formalities. "Good day, Professor Kazimeriz. Looking forward to the lesson...as usual," she said as she walked in.

She took her seat on the far left side at the front. It was close enough to look attentive, but not close enough to be picked on the time. She dug through her bag full of her other supplies used for potion and reached for her potions journal she used for notes at the bottom and ink, quill and the text.

The text she had practically memorized, but she went ahead and began to look over it, so she looked like she was at least busy. A little reminder here and there never hurt anyone.

Roland entered the class with his satchel at his side. It bumped against him and hurt occasionally as the cauldron inside it hit his hip. Roland caught sight of the professor and saluted him with two fingers. as he walked. He put his bag down on one of the desks and removed the cauldron, his standard ingredients a roll of parchment a quill and a bottle of ink. Potions was one of the most difficult magical arts but that was one of the reasons he liked it so much.

Hearing the professor address she, Cela, and Cope, Anna placed her finger on the page she'd been reading, closed her textbook, and glanced up. This professor was now a hero in her eyes, even if he had issued her a detention for Merlin only knew what reason. He'd been so helpful that day the dungeons had flooded, going in long after the water level was considered too dangerous and too high to safely be in. She smiled at him, hoping he wasn't too disappointed in her for earning a detention. "Good day, Professor Kazimeriz," she greeted.

Daniel walked and sat at the desk which is empty. He then grabbed a book and put it on top of the table. It was a semi-favorite subject of his, but the Professsor wasn't. He then remembered the last DADA class he have with this man. OMG gasped Daniel. Don't tell me we will put potions in each others drinks like they did in DADA where they curse one another.

He then looked up at the Professor and said, "Good day, Professor"

Potions.

Cam hadn't really cared much about the class and he didn't really enjoy it, considering he cared for his safety. What ifffff something blew up and he died from the explosion?! And he wondered why they didn't wear full-body protective suits instead of their robesss. Yes he wanted one of those, especially when he was working with dangerous stuff.

It was confusing for him too with the changing classes and whatnot. Stupid flood. HMPHHH. Right now he feared water more than every because of it.

Entering the classroom with the required textbooks and supplies in his hands (he was caarrrying a lot), he first looked around the classroom. His eyes first met... WHAT THE HECK WERE THOSE?! ZOMG eyeballs and body partssssss. Cam knew most of the ingredients were ABSOLUTELY disgusting but they all looked even more disgusting in a jar where it was even labeled. "Uhhhhhh."

So they were expected to learn with those... THINGS around the classroom?! Cam couldn't keep his eyes of 'em.

"Helloooo professah Kaz--K--Hi professahh," the man had an extreme last name and he wasn't so sure if the professor would allow him to give him a nickname. Why couldn't students call professors by their first name? Why why why why? He hadn't even known Kazi's first name even. The man... he was sooooo mysterious to Cam. Maybe it was... like... Carl or... Steve.

He walked over to his seat and dropped--or well, gently placed his stuff on the table in front of him.

Herminny walked into the potions classroom quite happy it was on the 5th flloor due to flooding cause the dungeons were creepy and especially because she was having her first class of the year with Kazmirez. As she made her way to her seat she said, "Hey professor Kazmirez", as she made her way to one of the tables and took out some parchment and quil from her bag.

Kazimeriz nodded in greeting at each student spoke to him. "Good day." he said pleasantly. He was particularly amused at Karsten's nervous demeanor. Surely the potions lab was a good deal less frightening than DADA had ever been! Although, to be honest there was more danger in this lab than there ever had been in DADA... at least, when I was the professor of DADA, that is. he thought. Now that Lawson had taken over, he suspected DADA was far more dangerous than any of the children could possibly imagine.

"N.E.W.T. level students, you will please choose seats close to the right hand side of the class -- your right, not mine. This will enable you to have better access to the equipment that you will need for today's project." He glanced at Kettleburn, Jolie and Greingoth as he spoke.

Well, he was not a N.E.W.T level student now, was he? Fyo's eyes scanned the lab, searching for seventh years he might know, as Professor Kazimeriz announced that they would need to sit down close to the classroom's right.

They found Anna - his eyes, not the students - and he gave her something along the lines of a polite smile, before settling back in his seat.

Copernicus picked up his supplies, giving Cela a slight smile and a flicker of his eyelid before settling back down in a seat on the right side of the room. Special supplies for the NEWT students? That seemed rather ominous, didn't it?

Aislynn went over to the right-hand side without a hint of complaint. It did make sense for the N.E.W.T. students to be all grouped. She grabbed the seat closest to all of the equipment.

Plus, she got a better view of all the other odds and ends the room seemed to have. She loved the bloated pickle toads, they were funny looking in the gelatinous fluid, it made them look fatter.

Anna's eyes met Professor Kazimeriz's, and she nodded once to indicate she'd understood his message. She promptly gathered all her materials, placed them back into her bag, and headed off towards the appropriate area of the classroom. She resettled herself, putting the unneeded materials in her bag and on the floor, while she left her text, quill, and parchment out on the work table. Quill in hand, she turned towards the professor, waiting patiently for the lesson to continue.

Lucy sighed as the class began, ready to take notes, which she expected to be a lot. She waited patiently as the N.E.W.T's students were told to move to the right hand side of the classroom so they had better access to the equipment. Well that certainly wasn't her, Lucy was in her O.W.L year instead.

Cela was not looking at Copernicus the NEWT students, she was far to busy being bored and hoping the class would be relatively painless. Why did she need to learn to brew potions anyway? She'd just get Nico to make them if they were important.

Potions with Kazimeriz.

Marvelous.

The sixth year could vividly remember their Defense Against the Dark Arts Lessons the previous term as if they had been only yesterday, and something told her that Potions lessons now would be just as . . . painful. Especially since she was not particularly adept at this particular subject.

How had she passed her Potions OWL was something Willow would never know, but it did not really matter right now. What mattered right now was to not die or something during the lesson that would undoubtedly be dreadful.

"Hello, Professor Kazimeriz," Greeted the girl quietly, albeit politely, as she took seat close to the older students in the classroom, yet not too close - no need to embarrass herself in front of people that most likely knew about Potions and such. Unlike herself.

"Miss Kovac." Kazimeriz nodded politely, glad that she was seating herself in the proper area. He resumed his writing in his journal, waiting for a few more students so he could begin.

Aaron walked into the RIGHT room this time. Ugh, so embarassing. He then sat on the left side of the room because on the right was where all the NEWT people where. he hten took out his cauldron and the rest of his supplies and waited for the class to begin.

Abby walks into the classroom. She spots Mr. Kettleburn and Anna sitting to the right of the room. Abby heads in that direction trying very hard to not look in Professor Kazimeriz's direction.

Trying his best to act as stealthy as possible (yeah... not really working for him), Jake entered the classroom. The thought had entered his mind toooooo much of just skipping the class and staying AWAY. This dude was PARANOID! And people thought Jake was... chyeah... JUST LOOK AT THE DUDE!

So yeah, stealth... Mhmm... Jake's stealth consisted of knocking into several benches, brushing against what seemed to be ingredients (or jars of them... whatever) and posssssibly hitting a few people, but then he was all gurrrrrd. He sat at a bench and immediately began incessantly drumming his fingers on the surface in front of him, staring at them with such intensity that the tap, tap, tap began to burrrrrrn into his very soul. He became transfixed.

Cool beanz, yo.