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All the lights are off in the Potions classroom this morning. The room is illuminated only by an enchanted projector, which is playing a loop of clips from famous films on the front wall. You may recognize scenes from legendary movies such as Singin' In The Rain (Don singing in the rain), Star Wars ("I Am Your Father"), The Sound of Music (Maria frolicking on the hills), The Wizard of Oz ("There's no place like home"), and The Breakfast Club (the library dance scene), just to name a few.
Each lab station has two chairs and two cauldrons, both of which are bubbling merrily with the Polyjuice potions your students brewed a month ago. Professor Varma stands by the door to greet you, dressed in a pair of dark, emerald robes—though there is a slight glumness (or perhaps nervousness) to her usually-confident aura today. Her eyes stay glued to the door, trying her best to avoid looking at the movie screen. There would be no emotional tears from her today, thank you very much.
Do come in and take a seat! Class will begin momentarily.
OOC: Welcome, everyone! Please remember that if you are playing a student in the Room, they would be escorted to and from the lesson. Class will begin in approximately 24 hours. Class has now begun! If you're just joining us, please play as if you've been here all along.
Lesson Progression: Q1: If you could be anyone in the world for a day, who would you be and why? Q2: What are some potential dangers of the Polyjuice Potion? Mini-Activity: Pair up and interview your partner about their unique mannerisms, movements, voice inflections, and behaviors. Main Activity: Take the Polyjuice Potion, find a new partner, and try to find out their true identity.
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SPOILER!!: Fake Fiona! <3
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Mamie--er, Faux Fiona--moved away from the real Fiona, who now looked like she had previously looked. And, oops, was quickly partnered with Violet, who she had no clue was actually Claudine.
"N-nobody is real, th-that doesn't take a Ravenclaw to figure out," Faux Fiona told clonedViolet in an accident that was neither her own nor Real Fiona's. She was trying, okay. How was she supposed to figure out who this Violet really was? Especially now that their house colors were gone, and everyone's clothes fit correctly? Luckily Faux Fiona's robes had only really needed to adjust because they'd been too small to begin with, but the shoes being comfortable again was nice. Professor Varma had such good ideas sometimes.
Right. Asking questions.
"What...is your favorite class?"Mamie Fiona asked, still struggling with the accent. Not that she really knew anyone's favorite class. But she had to start somewhere.
The voice. Claudine did not recognise it but could tell that this fake Fiona was trying very much to disguise it. That was logical. Claudine herself was using a high pitched voice, which was so unlike her. And her little joke was not laughed at, but seemingly returned with seriousness. She mentally shrugged. They were here for business anyway. But the information that this person disguised as Fiona did not beat around the bush.
The Snakette put on her high pitched voice. “Care of Magical creatures.’’ Fake!Violet could go on forever and ever about the subject but refrained herself. “So… where do members of your House usually sleep?’’ In the dungeons, in a tower, near the kitchen?
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Violet's transformation into Claudine had finally stopped and her body settled down into its new shape--wow, Claudine was so slim and delicate! Violet felt a little ashamed at the thought of the other girl finding out what an awkward body Violet had. Violet wondered it she was pretty now as well?
But, enough of that--on to being "Claudine." She glanced around to see who was free, but hesitated to be too forward, because Claudine was usually quiet and reserved.
Oh, good, there was someone making the first move, that spared Violet/"Claudine" the trouble of approaching someone herself. "I guess I will." Violet said to the other--girl? It looked like Phoebe James, but it could really be anybody.
"What do you like to do in your free time?" Violet began, severely stopping herself from saying "um" all the time.
Phoebe had to smile a little at the appearance of fake!Claudine. The real Claudine had such an air to her, so this was pretty much obviously not the REAL one... but it made Phoebe realize how hard it would be to fool someone who was expecting an imposter. Or even someone who knew someone really well. She would recognize a fake!Teddy or fake!Kizzy in a heartbeat.
Now, should she answer as fake!Phoebe pretending to be Atlas or fake!Atlas pretending to be Phoebe? Merlin, poor fake!Claudine. "Not much at the moment. My moments are a bit restricted at the moment."
Now a question for fake!Claudine... "What's your favorite breakfast food?"
Perhaps Shreya should have prepared herself more for what she was about to see (or have come up with a way to remember who was portraying who), because the experience was jarring. She passed by Violet and Fiona, who she knew weren't really Violet and Fiona, but she couldn't remember who Violet and Fiona's original partners were, so she didn't know the students' true identity. It was a bizarre sight.
She was listening in on fake Claudine's question about what fake Phoebe (maybe?) liked to do in her free time, but she got distracted by two students approaching. Two students.....who both looked like Nemesis Upstead.
Oh, Merlin. Shreya really should have been paying better attention, because she did not know what had happened here—and she didn't know which one was the real Nemesis Upstead. If either of them were. She glanced at the two now-Slytherins with raised eyebrows, hoping dearly that she wasn't totally in for it.
OOC: Amazing work so far, everyone! I know it's kind of confusing, but boy am I LOVING reading all these responses. You have approximately 24 hours left to complete the main activity! (And remember, you don't have to make three separate posts for your questions. You can ask them all in one if you want!)
Right the Potion... Tadhg was a bit worried about someone else turning into him, he knew how people were now days stealong other people's identity and stuff. Seeing what happened to Headmaster Trent he was worried and concerned. Although he was relieved that it was only five minutes and if he trusted anyone to be him it was his best friend that was sitting next to him. He trusted her more then anything and with his life, if anyone could get away with being him it was her.
After writing down all the things he knew about her he nodded at Lia giving her a soft warm smile. Taking her hair he dropped into the potion as it started swirling different colors before him. He was memorized by the colors that he forgotten what he was supposed to wait for. As it turned a pinkish purple color it reminded him of a color of her favorite flower.
"Wow... what a nice color of potion you got Bubbles, it's so you." Going to take some he looked at her giving her a soft warm smile. Seeing his own a Sapphire blue color he looked at it in awe just like he did Dahlia's. "Cheers!" Taking a drink of the Pinkish Purple potion he tasted cotton candy. "Mmm... cotton candy." As his skin started bubbling before long he was the girl standing in front of him.
Wow... he felt so short and was this what it was like being a girl? It was weird definitely, he felt weird in her clothes and being so short. "Okay... show time." He was ready to do this.
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Starring Heathcliff Jones as himself; questioning Tadhg as Dahlia
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SPOILER!!: Mini activity catch-up
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Shreya had been worried about Heath all class, but now, she was even more concerned. The poor Ravenclaw looked absolutely shell-shocked. And angry. "I'll be your partner, if you want," Shreya said gently as she passed by. She didn't expect him to agree. Some students would be embarrassed to work with the professor, and Heath seemed particularly on edge today. But she would surely work with him if he was up for it. "Tell me, what are some phrases or words that you tend to say a lot?" she asked, just in case he was up for proceeding. If not, at least it was worth a shot. Shreya never wanted a student to feel left out or alone, especially now.
With all the other emotions roiling within him, Heath had no energy left to feel embarrassed about having the professor as a partner. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened. Little did anyone here know, being paired with the teacher was a regular occurrence back when he attended muggle primary school. The memory made him even sadder. I’m always going to be the odd one out, aren’t I? He thought darkly. Too magical to fit in the muggle world, and now too muggle to fit in the magical one…
He silently nodded in agreement. He was still hurt by Varma’s earlier comments, but he’d give her credit for not leaving him unable to complete the activity. And he’d much rather work with her than some others in the room! His dark eyes turned to the professor, studying her posture, her facial expressions, anything that might help him should he have to impersonate her. He had just begun to take down some preliminary notes when her question caught him off guard.
How was he supposed to answer that? He didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to put her life and his own on the line either! He sighed, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I’m afraid there aren’t any, Professor,” he replied, choosing his words very carefully. The last thing he wanted was for That to overhear him make a reference to something muggle and turn him in to be vanished! “The phrases I once said often are now taboo, so I try to say as little as possible.” He looked at her, hoping she would read between the lines and understand. He was trying to tell her that the phrases he said most were quotes from muggle plays and films!
“Sorry, Professor, I know that doesn’t answer your question,” he said, giving her an apologetic look. He really didn’t mean to be difficult, and just to show he was making an effort, he asked, “May I ask you a question instead? What hobbies do you have?”
Heath listened as Professor Varma spoke again, growing more confused by the second. He still didn’t understand how this was okay and acting wasn’t! The only difference he saw was that this used magic instead of makeup and costumes to change one’s appearance, and… Blink, blink. That was a hypothetical example, right? Should he try to find a different partner to change into or was he actually supposed to polyjuice into Professor Varma? If so, wouldn’t it be a dead giveaway who was who when the person who looked like the professor had no idea how to conduct the class or when the person who looked like him took over? Come to think of it, wouldn’t their uniforms be a giveaway anyway?
He watched as the eagle emblem on his robes disappeared. Well, that answered one question, but he still had no clue how to proceed with this activity since he was unable to find a partner! He looked questioningly to the professor, but before he could ask her for clarification, he noticed not one but two students who looked like That headed toward her and beelined in the opposite direction. Nope, he wasn’t going to get mixed up in whatever was about to happen, and he wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure out how there were two of them or which one (if any) was the real one! Looked like he was on his own to figure out how to do this…
Since he had been unable to find a partner to polyjuice into, Heath thought the next best thing was to act as if he were someone else polyjuiced into himself. He stood a little taller than usual, assuming an air of false confidence as he roamed the room in search of a partner until he happened upon someone who looked like Dahlia. Not wanting to be without a partner again, he immediately launched into the questions. “Do you have any pets? What kind of music do you listen to? What’s your favorite candy?” he asked, speaking with a voice much higher and louder than normal to throw them off.
There were two reasons behind the barrage of questions all at once: 1) He wanted to get this done as fast as possible and 2) no one would expect the real Heathcliff Jones to talk that much! The only hint that he wasn’t a polyjuiced imposter was the way his hair fell in front of his eyes, and there was only one person in the room who would recognize that hint.
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"Flattered, of course," Bernadette 'Nemesis Upstead' replied smoothly in the same tone, blue eyes following the original's to Varma and back. As though the real Nem were even capable of feeling concern; vanish the thought, along with any traces of residual potion.
It was very difficult not to touch this face though, as she kept watching the original and wondering if the real Nem was thinking the same thoughts. Bernadette desperately wanted to touch her new face and hair and then walk around a bit to see what it was like to be this tall and thin and vegan or whatever. Did anyone have a mirror handy? Perhaps she could sneak a peek in a potion as she walked by it, to get a sense of what Nem must feel when they cooly wandered by anyone, just drifting around all the time and doing Nem things. Or whatever.
Back to the source of her spawning. She copied the bored finger tapping with just a twitch of her hand, as though she were flexing her new fingers. How fascinating. Again, Bernadette just wanted to stare at herself for a while longer, yet something told her that wouldn't be very Nem-like behaviour. Or...would it? She had always thought her friend had an inflated sense of self-importance. But according to Varma, the potion was only to last for so long and she knew they would both find more joy in messing with the professor in the little time they had left. So, yes, to Varma.
"Shall we link arms, then?" Bernadette sidled up to the real Nem and slid her arm around theirs, then began tugging them toward the professor. Because she could, and because she had, in fact, seen Nem behave this way once before.
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Perhaps Shreya should have prepared herself more for what she was about to see (or have come up with a way to remember who was portraying who), because the experience was jarring. She passed by Violet and Fiona, who she knew weren't really Violet and Fiona, but she couldn't remember who Violet and Fiona's original partners were, so she didn't know the students' true identity. It was a bizarre sight.
She was listening in on fake Claudine's question about what fake Phoebe (maybe?) liked to do in her free time, but she got distracted by two students approaching. Two students.....who both looked like Nemesis Upstead.
Oh, Merlin. Shreya really should have been paying better attention, because she did not know what had happened here—and she didn't know which one was the real Nemesis Upstead. If either of them were. She glanced at the two now-Slytherins with raised eyebrows, hoping dearly that she wasn't totally in for it.
As though the real Nem were capable of being flattered either. Maybe that was something else Bernadette would find out for herself one day, if she made it out of this place, and if Nem followed up on an idea or two that had been floating around their head on and off since that day on the pathways.
Interesting, seeing how they must look when they engaged in any of the little physical quirks that Bernadette had picked up from them... and which they, in turn, had shaped based on what they had seen. Useful, you know. To see it.
"I suppose so," Nem replied, linking their arm with Bernadette's - a lot less awkward, physically speaking, when the heights of both parties were exactly the same - and approaching Varma with her.
And, oh, didn't she seem thrilled.
"Hello, Professor," they greeted her, so politely. "Look. Twins." Nem had jokes.
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Right the Potion... Tadhg was a bit worried about someone else turning into him, he knew how people were now days stealong other people's identity and stuff. Seeing what happened to Headmaster Trent he was worried and concerned. Although he was relieved that it was only five minutes and if he trusted anyone to be him it was his best friend that was sitting next to him. He trusted her more then anything and with his life, if anyone could get away with being him it was her.
After writing down all the things he knew about her he nodded at Lia giving her a soft warm smile. Taking her hair he dropped into the potion as it started swirling different colors before him. He was memorized by the colors that he forgotten what he was supposed to wait for. As it turned a pinkish purple color it reminded him of a color of her favorite flower.
"Wow... what a nice color of potion you got Bubbles, it's so you." Going to take some he looked at her giving her a soft warm smile. Seeing his own a Sapphire blue color he looked at it in awe just like he did Dahlia's. "Cheers!" Taking a drink of the Pinkish Purple potion he tasted cotton candy. "Mmm... cotton candy." As his skin started bubbling before long he was the girl standing in front of him.
Wow... he felt so short and was this what it was like being a girl? It was weird definitely, he felt weird in her clothes and being so short. "Okay... show time." He was ready to do this.
Dahlia was still very much transfixed on the now sapphire potion in her cauldron that she almost hadn't heard Tadhg speak to her. "Huh?" the first year who was very often called 'Bubbles' for her normally upbeat hyper personality by her bestie, turned to look over her shoulder at him. The potion. He was talking about his, the one he had dropped a strand of her hair into.
Taking a step over towards him she was able to see that it had turned into a pinkish-purple color. "It looks like my Dahlia flowers from home.." she whispered with a sad smile. Home. She missed home so much. Biting her lip, Lia pulled her gaze away from Tad's cauldron and back towards her own. She was meant to drink this now. Ladling some of the potion into a vile, she turned towards Tadhg. It was now or never.
"Cheers." Before she got the chance to change her mind, Dahlia tipped the vile to her lips and downed the contents in one swift motion. The sapphire blue liquid tasted almost like a blue raspberry candy but not really as this went down warm like a nice tea. It was very different but not in a completely unpleasant way.
Looking down at herself was the strangest thing and the sensation she felt as her skin began to bubble as it changed before her eyes was the weirdest yet. She grew several inches taller and her eyes changed from their normal sky blue to a deeper shade of blue. Her hair while it went from being very long all the way down her back, was now very short and 'floofy', some of it falling into her face over her eyes. The Ravenclaw crest on her robes disappeared as did the blue and bronze colors.
Turning around slowly she came face to face with herself, only it wasn't herself. And it wasn't her identical sister Lily, either. She knew it was Tadhg as her but it felt so odd being able to look DOWN at him, rather than up at him as usual. "Whoa... this is so weird.."
As much as she wanted to remain standing right there and question Tad on what it felt like being her, that wasn't the task. "Good luck and don't mess this up," she hummed cheekily, turning on her heel and walking away from him to find a new partner to question.
This should be interesting.
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The voice. Claudine did not recognise it but could tell that this fake Fiona was trying very much to disguise it. That was logical. Claudine herself was using a high pitched voice, which was so unlike her. And her little joke was not laughed at, but seemingly returned with seriousness. She mentally shrugged. They were here for business anyway. But the information that this person disguised as Fiona did not beat around the bush.
The Snakette put on her high pitched voice. “Care of Magical creatures.’’ Fake!Violet could go on forever and ever about the subject but refrained herself. “So… where do members of your House usually sleep?’’ In the dungeons, in a tower, near the kitchen?
Hmmm.
Mamie was very confused by this high pitched voice. That...that wasn't how Violet usually talked. Also Mamie was not smart enough to realize Fake Violet was trying to make a joke, otherwise she would have laughed. To be polite. She was nothing if not polite.
She filed away that Creatures was Fake Violet's favorite class. She didn't like the class, so...would not have any idea who was good at the class or who might be Williamson's favorite. Were professors allowed to have favorites?
Faux Fiona frowned at the question from the third year. Possible third year? She wasn't sure what kind of an answer the other girl, or not girl, was looking for, but she had a great answer. It was honest. Mamie was a very honest twelve, almost thirteen-year-old. "In...a bed?" she said, forgetting to include the horrible attempt at an accent. Did other houses sleep in hammocks or something?
"Who's your best friend?" Faux Fiona asked, remembering Professor Varma had said it was a good question when she asked the Real Fiona earlier. "And what's your parents jobs?" Maybe she could gather if Fake Violet had Muggle parents or not based on what their jobs were, and if she'd heard of that kind of job.
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Perhaps Shreya should have prepared herself more for what she was about to see (or have come up with a way to remember who was portraying who), because the experience was jarring. She passed by Violet and Fiona, who she knew weren't really Violet and Fiona, but she couldn't remember who Violet and Fiona's original partners were, so she didn't know the students' true identity. It was a bizarre sight.
She was listening in on fake Claudine's question about what fake Phoebe (maybe?) liked to do in her free time, but she got distracted by two students approaching. Two students.....who both looked like Nemesis Upstead.
Oh, Merlin. Shreya really should have been paying better attention, because she did not know what had happened here—and she didn't know which one was the real Nemesis Upstead. If either of them were. She glanced at the two now-Slytherins with raised eyebrows, hoping dearly that she wasn't totally in for it.
OOC: Amazing work so far, everyone! I know it's kind of confusing, but boy am I LOVING reading all these responses. You have approximately 24 hours left to complete the main activity! (And remember, you don't have to make three separate posts for your questions. You can ask them all in one if you want!)
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Originally Posted by Felixir
SPOILER!!: bloop
As though the real Nem were capable of being flattered either. Maybe that was something else Bernadette would find out for herself one day, if she made it out of this place, and if Nem followed up on an idea or two that had been floating around their head on and off since that day on the pathways.
Interesting, seeing how they must look when they engaged in any of the little physical quirks that Bernadette had picked up from them... and which they, in turn, had shaped based on what they had seen. Useful, you know. To see it.
"I suppose so," Nem replied, linking their arm with Bernadette's - a lot less awkward, physically speaking, when the heights of both parties were exactly the same - and approaching Varma with her.
And, oh, didn't she seem thrilled.
"Hello, Professor," they greeted her, so politely. "Look. Twins." Nem had jokes.
Bernemdette had none of these thoughts, naturally, considering she was busy resisting the urge to scratch at the side of her perfect new nose. She had to actively try to concentrate here, to concentrate on Varma. And so she did her best to imagine what the professor must be seeing.
Two of the same Upstead. In one lesson. Right after said Upstead had arguably caused the disappearance of no fewer than...four?...of their peers? The part of Berns that she did her best to repress was amused at this entire situation. Heh. What an unparalleled delight they must be.
She smiled a slow Nem smile at her other half's joke. "What a good lesson you've designed, Professor," she picked up what the other Nem was putting down, certainly. "A greater than good lesson, some might say."
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SPOILER!!: Polyjuiced: Mamie In Disguise
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Mamie was very confused by this high pitched voice. That...that wasn't how Violet usually talked. Also Mamie was not smart enough to realize Fake Violet was trying to make a joke, otherwise she would have laughed. To be polite. She was nothing if not polite.
She filed away that Creatures was Fake Violet's favorite class. She didn't like the class, so...would not have any idea who was good at the class or who might be Williamson's favorite. Were professors allowed to have favorites?
Faux Fiona frowned at the question from the third year. Possible third year? She wasn't sure what kind of an answer the other girl, or not girl, was looking for, but she had a great answer. It was honest. Mamie was a very honest twelve, almost thirteen-year-old. "In...a bed?" she said, forgetting to include the horrible attempt at an accent. Did other houses sleep in hammocks or something?
"Who's your best friend?" Faux Fiona asked, remembering Professor Varma had said it was a good question when she asked the Real Fiona earlier. "And what's your parents jobs?" Maybe she could gather if Fake Violet had Muggle parents or not based on what their jobs were, and if she'd heard of that kind of job.
Claudine stared at fake Fiona with disdain and annoyance. Had the question been ‘In what amenity do you sleep?’ or something?? Honestly, what was the point of this activity if she wasn’t going to get proper answers to figure out who this fakester was? Ugh. She also couldn’t wait to find out just who was wearing Fiona’s face. Still, Claudine said nothing about her true feelings.
Did fake Fiona really think that she alone could play the game? Claudine almost snorted at her own silent question. Fake Fiona was in for a surprise. Still keeping the high pitched voice, fake Violet gave the answers.
“A hippogriff is my best friend and my parents are hippogriff breeders.” HA. But by now, the fifth year had lost interest in the activity thanks to this particular fakester; for this reason, the other two questions were half-hearted ones.
“Are you a leftie, rightie or both? Do you usually wear glasses?”
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So...this was...a surreal experience. Almost out of body while also being IN body but also being out of body and looking down at himself because he was meant to look at himself through the eyes of someone else and act like how they would see him. Was this almost going to be a sort of...cathartic experience? Like...he assumed people who didn't KNOW know him saw him for some of his worst traits.
Which meant...well...there was one obvious thing that people SEEMED to know him for EVEN THOUGH IT WAS JUST THE ONE TIME!.
So...now up from his seat and moving about as Atlast-pretending-to-be-Phoebe-pretending-to-be-Atlas...he moved over to the closest student. Someone he knew OF but honestly had never held an actual conversation with so it was...sort of going to be hard and impossible for him to know if they were really them or someone else.
Basically...this whole experiment of an activity was fail for Atlas Leonel Flamsteed. Literally. In every capacity.
"H-Hey!" he chirped much more brightly than he would normally. Phoebe was bright, the Sun, so...this was accurate?? Atlas really had no clue what he was doing other than exposing his worst traits - because that was what other people saw of him, right? Save for Aries and Quinn. "I pee my pants a lot and am a coward, nice to meet you." And with that he offered his hand for a shake...of a high five...or something.
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Every couple of minutes, Shreya glanced up at the clock on the wall. Its incessant ticking toward the end of class was gnawing at her stomach, signaling her impending imprisonment. To make matters worse, she was now being stared down by two Nemesis Upstead's, and she wasn't sure what either of them was trying to accomplish. Perhaps they wanted her to play along with the question game and guess which one was the real one? Normally, she'd be all for participating in the class with her students. But she wanted no part in anything that had to do with Nem. Not after what had just happened. So, she opted for a nervous smile. "Thank you. I hope you are both....enjoying it." Not that anyone could really be enjoying the lesson, given what had just occurred. But Shreya wasn't sure what else to say. Unless she wanted to be plainly dismissive toward the Slytherin(s), which wasn't exactly an option, as it could potentially result in them summoning Rosier again.
Saved by the bell....kind of. Another glance at the clock showed that she had dragged out this lesson long enough. She couldn't postpone her imprisonment any more. Before long, the guards would be back to take her. And she didn't want the students here for that. A sweep around the room showed that the potions were most definitely starting to wear off—she noticed sprouts of hair starting to pop up and robes shrinking back to their normal sizes.
"Wonderful work today, everyone!" Shreya stopped herself after calling the class back to order, not sure if she should address what had happened earlier. As much as she wanted to brush it under the rug, the tired and still-disturbed looks on her students' faces created an ache in her heart. "I appreciate your cooperation after such.....events." The Inquisitorial Squad was still listening, so as much as she wanted to throw in a comforting sentiment, she knew it would only spell disaster. She had better get on with wrapping up the class.
"Your Potions should be wearing off in the next minute or two. Whether or not you were able to crack the code of your partner's true identity, I hope you were able to gather some insight about this complex potion." Hopefully, enough insight to never attempt to brew it on their own here at Hogwarts. "Today's activities were merely fun and games, but they were intended to demonstrate the seriousness of Polyjuice. It's not just a brew that you can use successfully with the snap of your fingers. It requires careful planning and studying of your intended subject to pull off. Not to mention the complicated brewing process and the amount of things that can go wrong." Not that she wanted to end the lesson on a dangerous note, but Shreya didn't want anyone getting any ideas. The Polyjuice Potion was only meant to be used by experienced potioneers—and even then there were so many ethical considerations involved.
She flicked her wand, reversing the spell on the uniforms. "Once you're back to your normal self, you are free to go. For homework, please read the next chapter of your textbook on the Pompion Potion—to continue our unit on transfiguratory potions." Shreya's eyes turned misty as she dismissed the class. Would this be the last time she would ever see them? This Potions lab? Would they ever let her out of the Room again?
"I sincerely hope I will see you all again soon. Please look out for each other. I will try my best to continue looking out for you," Shreya said earnestly, placing her hand on her heart. It was an ambiguous goodbye. But that was as clear as she could be, given the fact that she was still being watched. She hoped the students would understand her intention. Until next time.
OOC: So sorry to interrupt your lovely Q&A's, but it's time for class to end. I'll keep this thread open for approximately 12 more hours so you can wrap up anything or post your kiddo transforming back into themselves or leaving the room. Thank you so much for attending my second lesson!
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Potions Lesson 2: Polyjuice Potion 
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