 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
There was a glimmer of amusement playing on Noble's lips as he surveyed the class from the back of the clearing. They looked a right motley assortment, between the bubbles, masks and bodysuits. And it was somewhat reassuring to know that the students didn't only bring their incompetence to the potions classroom to grate on his nerves. Surely by fourth year they should have got the basic anatomy of a flower down?
Grumbling happened. Especially when Prefect Eagle decided to chip in. Of course there were plenty of parts to harvest (here's looking at you, Maddie) and use in potions. Eye-rolling happened, and he was glad Paul deflected the question for now. Sure, it was interesting to see how his eccentric colleague approached teaching, especially with a philosophy so far down the opposite of the of spectrum to his own, but Noble wasn't just here to look pretty at the back.
But at least Ronan took the hint. A smile curled on the corner of his lips, although truth be told, he had to wonder of the boy wasn't ill. He'd seemed to have lost his usual wreckless spunk. It was almost disappointing not to have yet taken any points from the Gryffindor. Of course, Alec had yet still to get suited and booted.
And why, exactly, were Derfael and Maxton edging away from the plant like it might suddenly grow teeth and chomp on them? Noble grunted at the two of them. The mask and suits were for the smell, not anything worse. Seriously...they did notice Paul was comfortable enough to not even use a bubblehead charm, right? "I suggest you plonk your butts back on your seats at your desk," Noble said, a snarling tone in his voice. Really. What had happened to the standard of Prefects between leaving school and returning as a professor?
He couldn't fault his co-instructors excitement at how cool it was for a plant to heat up, but he could grumble at the man for trying to make light of the first year's inattention. Noble was ALL for making the girl run up to the castle and back, whether to just the potions classroom or the Ravenclaw common room. He considered it for the moment, gaze on Myers. "Fine," he said with a grunt and pulling out his wand and silently summoning one from the lab. "But five points from Ravenclaw." And Myers would have to open the door or a window or something for it to come through, because he was about to lead the next question and would hate for glass to rain down on them all.
He made the move to the front of the class now, tucking his wand back in his holster as he did so. "From the fact I'm here for this lesson, I hope it's obvious that the corpse flower does have a number of uses in potions." He eyed certain people. He supposed they could have been making a potion for the flower, but it stuck him as a much less parsimonious theory, given the plant looked perfectly healthy. "What properties do you hypothesise a corpse flower might infuse in a potion and why?"
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