07-17-2020, 02:10 AM
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 Potions Lesson 2
 It had been a while since there had been a practical potions class, the lack of magic having wreaked havoc on Noble's meticulously planned curriculum. It wasn't out of choice, mind; the lack of brewing was frustrating the Potions Master as much as the extra theory classes were probably frustrating the students.
Still, there were promising signs of doing something other than theory this morning. For one, Noble had a lit burner at the front of the classroom, the orange flame flickering with life. And not too far from it was a large beaker of wooden splints, and a row of opaque jars that looked suspiciously like they might contain ingredients. Looking further afield, there were a number of tea-towel covered objects spaced out along the side bench.
Curious indeed.
Noble is to be found in front of the blackboard, muttering a curse under his breath as his faded hand dropped the chalk he'd been writing with and he reached down to pick it up. It had been a long few months, and though he'd been trying to keep his head up for his students, to keep things as normal as possible, seeing today's date on his calendar had hit him like bludger to the stomach. Hopefully class would go as smoothly as he hoped. It was something different, at least.
Lesson progression:
Greetings and first question
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