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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom  Trinetta found herself rather enjoying potions - something she didn't think would have been possible when she first started school back in September. Especially considering the fact that the professor was just so GROUCHY. He reminded her a lot of her brother Royland, but...like REALLY old compared to him. Obviously.
"Good morning Professor!" she said with a grin, even though she knew he wouldn't be as enthusiastic in his greeting, and then turned away from him towards the front and took a seat. Her eyes drifted to the buckets and she raised a blonde brow, having NO idea what that could possibly be about.
The first voice to arrive in the classroom broke through his thoughts, and Noble looked up from his sleeve to see the first year Ravenclaw. Someone was bright and bonnie this morning…and it wasn’t him. “Morning, Trinetta,” he replied, as he finished rolling up his first sleeve.
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom After taking a deep breath just outside the door to the Potions classroom, Emmalyn boldly entered the room, chin up and a forced smile on her face. She had been doing somewhat better during the past few lessons and she was determined to continue her streak.
Once inside, she eyed the fairly simple setup and noticed the little bucked next to the covered trays. It appeared to be the theme of the year to have items hidden under cover when classes started. She didn't want to worry about what may or may not be under the covers, so she turned her head in search of Professor Noble.
She spotted him at the back of the room and flashed him a genuine smile. "Good day, Professor Noble. I'm looking forward to the class." With a little nod she moved to a work station and placed her things down then waited for what was to come.
Noble started undoing the buttons of his right cuff now, revealing scarred and dimpled flesh starting just above the wrist. He looked up to see the Emmalyn enter, the corner of his lip curling upwards into the barest hint of a smile. The young Hufflepuff had started showing signs of promise. “The same to you, Emmalyn.”
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Originally Posted by Cassirin More potions class with NOBLE! Chloe was ecstatic, in spite of the fact that she wasn't particularly gifted at potions. She was gifted at other things... sort of, although it mostly seemed like she wasn't really very good at anything. But she liked the subject well enough, and she really liked the Professor.
"Good day to you, Professor! We're going minimalist today, huh?"
And the next student showed perhaps less innate talent for the subject, but she certainly made up for it in enthusiasm. “Indeed we are, Chloe,” came the reply from behind, as he finished securing his cuff just below his elbow.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty By this time in the week, Ronan had given up on pretending to be okay. Sure, on paper it might seem like his life was going great, what with his recent acceptance to both WU's London and Paris campuses and what was sure to be an acceptance into the Auror training program. But lonely still he was, a predicament that he was still no closer to figuring out what the cause of was. So, it was a rather somber and down seeming Head Boy that walked into Potions class.
He did notice the minimalist set-up but didn't care enough to ask. He was just ready to get this class over with. "Professor Noble," was his flat-toned greeting, offered with a nod in the professor's direction before taking a seat at one of the workstations.
Well…talk about a contrast. With his gaze elsewhere, it took a moment for Noble to realise who had just entered, and he was somewhat surprised to see it was the Head Boy. Had NEWTs been that soul-sucking, or had some Gryffindoring significantly backfired on him? "Ronan," he greeted simply in reply.
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Originally Posted by Ginevra Daisy entered the classroom, taking a mental note of the minimalist set-up of the room. "Hello, Professor Noble," she greeted with a small grin as she made her way to a workstation and sat down.
It was interesting, watching the students enter from here. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the back workbench as his gaze ran over them. “Hello, Daisy,” he greeted the Hufflepuff.
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Originally Posted by griffin As she entered the potions lab, Isa took a deep breath. Isa loved the smell of the potions lab. There were a lot of plant derived potions ingredients that provided comforting scents. Hmm, interesting set up today. What was the bucket for? The room seemed very clean and orderly today; perhaps the potion today would be something messy or hazardous that they would not want to spill on any books that might happen to be on the workbench. After many years, Isa still wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of personally consuming any potion that contained animal parts unless it was medically necessary, but she understood the benefits that several potions had for witches and wizards. Maybe one day she could experiment with different kinds of plants that hadn’t been used in potions before to see what affect they could have. That might be interesting, if she gained the proper potions knowledge first and used the right safety precautions. While potions itself was not Isa’s main interest, she was quite intrigued by the idea of finding new uses for certain plants. Something to think about at a later time. Caught up in her ideas, Isa nearly didn’t notice the professor at all until she heard another voice greeting the professor. Isa snapped out of her own thoughts as she remembered that she ought to greet the professor herself. ”Hello, Professor Noble.” Isa found a seat at a workbench next to Emmalyn. ”Hi Em!” Isa smiled as she took her seat by her younger friend.
He saw that daydreaming from here, and he hoped she’d be a little more focused on the lesson. She’d need to concentrate today, if she wanted to get a decent result. “Morning, Isabel,” he replied.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Was it just her or was the school term going by ridiculously slowly? June was still ages away. A long needed, longer than a mere two weeks, break from the castle was needed and that would only come with the summer. Consider her ready for it.
Jessa walked into the potions classroom, the book she’d spent the time in History of Magic class reading still in hand. Of course, the Ravenclaw had no plans to tempt the Potion’s Master and his thin patience. Once the lesson officially began, she would put it away to avoid any issues or confiscations. The last time had been an absolute disaster. It was a wonder she wasn’t STILL stuck in detention.
“Professor.” Jessa greeted, her voice not that much higher than a mutter as she moved passed him.
For now, she didn’t notice the sparse setting. Within seconds of entering, her nose was once again in her book and it was content to stay there until the man called them all to attention.
Today’s fascination was actually routed in fiction. Opting for a break from the harder reading, she’d picked one out of the library; romance actually and though it wasn’t the sort she typically read, she didn’t hate it. There were plenty of falsehoods contained within and she quite liked pointing them out.
It wasn’t the first time Jessa had walked into the classroom, nose deep in a book. Noble grumbled; he thought he’d made it clear that such reading should stop at the classroom door. “Put it away, Jessa,” he said in a warning tone. He wouldn't ask more than once.
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju As soon as Anna stepped into the Potions dungeon she stopped and frowned a little at the lack of stuff around. Weird. But nothing that'd bother her too much. "Hey, professor Noble." She greeted the man as she resumed heading to her station of choice.
Placing her cauldron on the tripod in front of her, she dropped her bag on the floor next to her feet and looked at the covered trays that were on the side bench. The third year had nothing better to do, so she started to imagine which ingredients would be under the covers as she waited for the lesson to start.
Some of the grumbling was still apparent in Noble’s voice as the next student entered. “Morning, Anna,” came the short reply. He’d seen that frown too, by the way.
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Skylar only hoped that this potions class would go better than the one with joined with Herbology. But she was going to blame it on the fact that it was Herbology and nothing to do with her distractions or lack of focus over the last month. Besides, it was a new month and she was feeling much better than she had a month ago. Like, she wasn't at a hundred percent, but she was definitely getting there.
Actually the lack of stuff present in the Potions classroom that day, while unusual, felt kind of refreshing given how the last couple weeks she felt as if she was desperately trying to declutter her mind. Which was something she'd made strides with over the past couple weeks.
"Hello Professor Noble," Also. Was it just her or did it seem he had a lot on his mind too? Surely he hadn't been worried over her lack of focus, because she'd come through. She usually did.
If he did have a lot on his mind, it certainly wasn’t about her lack of focus. If her grades slipped though, then he knew he’d probably have to contact her parents. This was NEWTs year, after all. “Hello Skylar.”
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Originally Posted by debpetrisor Daehyun was barely balancing all of his things but he was unbothered by it. One hand was occupied solely with a book, his nose buried in it that he nearly didn't see professor Noble in the back. For once, it wasn't one of his bestiaries, but instead it was a potion book, mind you. He was currently looking at the fever-reducing potion, not because he was feeling unwell, but because he was interested in magical cures.
He averted his eyes from his book only long enough to nod at professor Noble and to greet him. "Hello, professor," he said, before clumsily dropping his things on a table at the very front. As he set everything out on the workbench, he didn't fail to notice the black bucket and the covered trays, but they were soon forgotten as he buried his nose back in the book until the class started.
…and another one with their nose in a book. At least it was a potions one this time though, and one that suggested Daehyun might find today’s topic of interest. “Careful, Daehyan,” he said, watching the cauldron almost take a tumble.
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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow Junia had always enjoyed potions. There were ingredients, instructions to follow, and a connection to her chosen field post-Hogwarts, so she was in a good mood as she entered the classroom. Hair pulled back so it was out of her face, uniform neat, the seventh year approached the potions master. "Hello Professor."
Then it was off to her seat to get organized and give the man her full attention so she could find out what they'd be brewing today. Hopefully something useful.
Useful, of course, was a relative term. But Junia might find today’s topic at least of interest, if not useful for her career aspirations. Noble appreciated the precise way the Slytherin approached her work, at least, including that neat uniform and hair back. Many others has gotten sloppy at this point of the year, and it was probably time for him to start cracking back down on it. “Morning, Junia.”
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline Another day…another potions lesson. Septimus trudged down to the dungeons with his school bag slung over his shoulder with the stuff he might need for said class. Reaching the correct classroom, the second year stepped inside with just a touch of hesitance. Potions wasn’t a subject he was just bouncing to get to but a necessary within the list of required subjects. Only time would tell if he ever learned to have a propensity for the subject matter.
“Good morning, Professor,” he greeted simply, not wanting to interrupt the look on the man’s face with more chatter than was necessary to be polite. Better that he move to find a seat at a station and await the lesson, his usual curiosity at just what they would be brewing causing his gaze to flicker over the sparse clues present on the side bench. Small bucket…covered trays. Not very much to go on, he could guess practically anything.
Septimus had made it down from the Ravenclaw tower just in time, according to a glance at Noble’s watch. “Morning, Septimus,” he greeted in return, spying that gaze over to the covered trays. All would be revealed in due course.
He unholstered his wand now, and with a light flick the door shut with a dull thud. It was now time for class to start, and Noble’s previous thoughtfulness disappeared from his face as he strode down the side aisle of the classroom to the blackboard on the front. Picking up the chalk, he wordlessly wrote the subject for today’s lesson: Flesh-regenerating ointment.
Turning to the class, he clapped his hands together once to gain their attention. “Last week, Professor Hirsch taught you how to defend against the flesh-eating hex.” He hoped they all remembered, although who knew when it came to teenager brains. Some of the teaching going on in the school was still clearly sub-par, looking at the essay structure – or complete lack thereof – he’d had the misfortune to read when marking last week’s homework. “Today we’re going to brew the associated healing potion, the flesh-regeneration ointment. What can you remember about how the hex works? And what potions ingredients can you think of that might work to counteract it and heal the damage?” ooc: Hellooooo! Thank you all for joining Noble and I for this term's second potion lesson. The lesson has now started - catch up is always allowed, but if you post your character arriving late, expect there to be ic consequences...
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