It was one of those 'I'm not in a good mood' days. For some unknown reason, she woke up with her eyebrows already in a knot as she endured a pounding headache that only added fuel to this dilemma. She couldn't even reign herself up to be cheery despite the fact that Professor Lafay had been looking better when she entered the Potions classroom. Way, way better than last term. And so, in place of her usual greeting, Beezus only bowed slightly at the woman before taking a seat and pouring herself over a blank piece of parchment whom she so laboriously spent an awful time glaring at.
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Originally Posted by Droo!
Alright class... I'm feeling very well, and that means I can also get quite angry with you if you misbehave." She glared at the quidditch players. "That said, consider yourselves warned. Let's start. Who can tell me what the definition of the word noxious is?"
...she only tore her glares away from the poor thing when class begun.
As glares to Quidditch players, including herself, were given, she had to take a deep breath just to not return it. Baah. Everything around her seemed to be innate irritants to her system
even the Potions Mistress but she managed to take a hold of her expressions and stay calm.
Noxious?
Ugh. More like obnoxious. Everything...everyone appeared obnoxious and extremely unpleasant for the brunette at the moment. But she was guessing they'd be brewing the Noxious Potion.
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Originally Posted by Lafayness!
"Remember not all noxious things will kill you. There are a lot of noxious things that just make you sick or make you pass out. Now. Is anyone familiar with the Noxious Potion and it's effects? Or can you guess what it will do?" She asked the students.
Of course not all noxious things would kill her. It was going to be the other way around. She was going to kill all those noxious things. Inner!scowl.
Oh, hey. Bingo.
Just as she had guessed.
Her almost stoic expression with forked brows while her lips were closing to forming a single line didn't change even though her hunch had been correct. Instead, her hand went up to the air as she took a deep breath to contain the bad mood that was steaming up her senses,
"I am familiar with the said potion, Professor." At least her voice wasn't in such an odious tone as her mood.
"When completed, it releases green puffs of smoke that, although it hasn't been proven yet, can be considered poisonous, therefore, it might bring harm and injury to the drinker or the one that would be able to inhale the smoke."
Wasn't that just appropriate for her current mood?
Very.