He knew that touch. Fyo looked up, and realized it was Lissy. "I'm fine," he assured her though, at the moment, he felt far from it. It was temporary, really -- he knew it would go away, pretty soon.

Or so, at least, he hoped.

"It's the poison," he told Lissy. "Which one have you got?" If she had the same as him, that would be... really bad. Maybe hers was something like... happiness? She might feel totally happy -- the way he was feeling super sad. ARGH, not good! He turned over another page of his potions book, trying to find another ingredient. So much for being good at Potions.

Le sigh'aaagge.

He said he was alright. But obviously not. Her Lion looked Sad and confused.

"But..You're not, Fyo" she took his hand in his, gently squeezed. "Tell me about your symptoms" so that she could help him find the right antitodes. Moving closer to him, she shook her head, unsure of what she had got for her.

"I just dont know.." She felt fire underneath her skin, spreading all through her body wildly. Ignoring it, she watched him, waiting for his words as flipping through the pages of her textbook.

REmedies. Oh..Come on. I feel more fire..

Mina sniffled a little and dried her eyes as she turned their cauldrons down to a simmer. "Thank you, Carter. I like your hair too." she smiled very briefly as she turned more blue. "You are too kind, I look like a smurf though, but with pretty hair." She was about to cry again. Leaning over to see how their cauldrons were doing, she reached for what she thought were the mystery ingredients she needed: Ashwinder eggs, bubotuber, Abyssinian shrivelfig, and daisy roots. "I looking like I have kankles!" she cried. "Daisy roots should help that, right?

A smurf with huge kankles, yeah that was very cute.

She turned back at Carter as she started to add her four mystery ingredients and brought her cauldron back up to a boil. "Do you think you are going to add all three of your ingredients or just one?" she asked pulling them from their supplies.

Noticing Daisy again sitting beside her, Mina shook her head. "No, I don't believe I have," she answered. Wait, why isn't Daisy working on an antidote? "Daisy, didn't you get a poisoned piece of parchment like the rest of us?"

Lorcan sat watching his potion bubble getting increasingly annoyed. The professor - the child catcher - hadn't answer his question about hellebore and moonstone so he rooted in his potion kit to find them. He looked between the two ingredients trying to make a rational decision, but he couldn't, so without measuring them he dumped both into the cauldron and began to stir.

Lexi may call him Nemean as a joke, a term of endearment but he was not going have the temper of a lion that eat villages. Oh No, not him. He stirred the potion angrily, waiting for something to happen.

Kay watched Marie's parchment. She didn't know what would happen. "I guess we wait and see." Kay said to Marie. "I will do mine now and see what happens with it too." Kay said dropping a couple of drops on her parchment. Kay waved her wand and used the spell. "SPECIALIS REVELIO!" Kay hoped that this would be it. The class and Marie were getting scary. "Professor REALLY need some help." Kay said looking at Marie and hoped she didn't go any more nuttier.

Tell her his symptoms? "I'm more concerned about you, at the moment," Fyo said truthfully. He didn't think she was alright - how could she be? They had all absorbed some sort of poison. But, whatever was wrong, she was not letting it on -- and that, of course made him doubly concerned.

Didn't she know what she meant to him?

"I feel majorly unhappy," he admitted, as he rummaged through his ingredients, and came on a bit of pomegranate. That was it! The said ingredient was of good use in the Strengthening Solution, and he felt weak - rather wrecked - from tears and sadness, at the moment. Yes indeed, it would be of help, too, if descriptions were to be trusted.

"Lissy?" He looked up, and the anxiety in his tones was clear. "What symptoms do you have?" He really needed to know, if he was to help her find the mystery ingredients she needed. Bad, BAD poison!

He was concerned about her more. She knew that. Her RawringLion is kind and Love always. But sadly he himself was caught in some sort of effects by this experimental poisioning. Bad. Alice looked at him, trying to smile, "Mine is not that much serious." Lie. She felt like burning underneath her soft skin. Somebody put off the fire.

Bitting her lip tightly, she watched him running his eyes through the pages of his text book. "Well..I know about only one thing to get rid off your temporary sickness, Fyo" A kiss. A strong kiss from your butterfly. Haha. Which was the most effective thing than any remedial potions. she grinned at her own thought as swallowing her own pain.

Unawaringly she was rubbing on her skin, as if it was going to solve her problem. "Mmm..I feel burning sensation underneath my skin" she said, closing her eyes as unable to read not even a word from the book. I'm alright..I'm alright, she muttered to herself.

"You expect me to believe that?" Fyo asked, eyes filling up with concern. There was DEFINITELY something wrong with her. He just couldn't put his finger on it. After all, she looked sane enough - not like him, ready to burst into tears any moment. Not that he would pull another Lion!Tears stunt, anytime soon. He was done with tears, for this lesson. SUPER done.

He grinned when she spoke of the... cure. He could guess what that would be. But really, now was not the time to think of that. "Stewed horned slug," he told her, with a nod. "Either those, or dried nettles - those are the kind of ingredients your antidote needs, I think." Both were a part of the Boil-Cure Potion and, Fyo felt, could work wonderfully.

Alice nodded her head. Seeing him some kind of sadness was not a pleasant scene for her, eventhough it was for lesson. She wanted back her Happy..happiest Fyo. Prince Fyo cannot be sad and in tears. "Yeah, look at you, you look so dull.." she put her hand over his arm again, "Let's work on your remedial potion first"

With that she kept ignoring her sickness, feeling irritations in her eyes now. "Mmm...okay, but yours first" she insisted again. Come on we can do it..NOW!

Lorcan could hear his classmates chattering around him about their potions including the big cry baby behind him and he wished that they would just SHUT UP. He was trying to concentrate on his potion, which had now turned a pale blue. The surface was emitting sparks. Since his last question had gone unanswered, he didn't bother to ask if that should be happening. He took a sample with one of his crystal phials. He looked at it briefly and them swallowed it. It tasted horrible and he gulped in air afterwards. He immediately began to feel calm and sleepy. He placed his head on the desk and felt his eyes close.

"Is that a compliment?" Fyo asked. He had meant to grin at that question of his, but what came out was a sad, little voice that made him roll his eyes. I really need to get a grip on myself, this is no good. With a shake of his head, he peered into his potions book again.

Hellebore. Yes, that was it. Purgative... can strip of bad things. Wait, what was that supposed to mean? Probably, Fyo decided, that it had the power to neutralize a potion whose effects were along the lines of 'general agitation,' or something like that. Not very clear, that statement!

He frowned a little, then looked up at Lissy again. "We can do both potions," he suggested, glancing into her cauldron. "Have you boiled the rest of the ingredients? Because maybe you can give the dried nettles a try, if you have." Or the stewed, horned slugs. Ewwww.

"No" Alice shook her head, sadly. She didnt see the light in his big dreamy eyes now. Calming draught could be useful for him. But what are the ingredients for that? Alice scratched her back head and rubbing on her skin, softly, trying to supress the flaming sensations on her skin.

"Do you know what are the ingredients for brewing Calming draught?" she looked up at him, as taking a glance back and forth at him and the text book. Potions seemed hard morethan ever. Sighed.

"Mmm..yeah, but I've done with almost eighty percent" pointed out her finger at her cauldron, "Waiting for the last essential ingredient.." she sighed again, "But..Fyo..nettles meant for curing boils. I've no boils here" she stated the obvious, blinked.

Professor Kazimeriz shuffled about the classroom, observing the students as they worked. He reflected that perhaps he should have made less of the parchments affect the memory, as it made the assignment harder for the students. On second thought, it was better that they learn how to brew while incapacitated... usually when one is creating an antidote, one is doing it not as a lark but because one HAS been poisoned, and learning to brew quickly and despite disability was a good skill to acquire in the relative safety of a classroom setting.

Kazimeriz nodded with approval at the young girl as she brewed. "Nice technique..." he commented, watching her efficiently dice the innards.

"Powdered moonstone would be far more effective." Kazimeriz answered the boy. "Moonstone is an ingredient which can restore emotional balance."

Kazimeriz smiled at the fair haired Ravenclaw. "You will try your antidote, but first you must cross check to see if you identified the ingredients in your potion effectively, using SpeRevelio. I know you know how to perform that spell, Miss Toussaint."

"Good advice-- do not let the potion's affect overpower you, whether it is a physical, mental or emotional impairment, you must remain focused on the goal if you are to succeed. Remember, when brewing an antidote to save a life, you have no room for failure." Kazimeriz smirked at his students.

Kazimeriz glanced at the young girl, raising an eyebrow. "Move along, now, time to check your parchment. Use the sperevelio charm." he encouraged.

"Good thinking... try pre-soaking the shrivelfig in a tincture of water and undiluted stinksap before you add it to your potion; it will make it more effective." he recommended with an encouraging nod.

"There is powdered moonstone in a jar on the shelves, please help yourselves to some..." Kazimeriz directed the girl with a nod.

"Excellent work; now do a sperevelio charm to reveal the contents of your parchment's potion and make sure you chose the correct ingredients for an antidote." Kazimeriz asked.

Kazimeriz smirked as he watched the girl basically losing her temper; she obviously had an emotional reaction to the potion and fortunately, she was going down the right path by choosing moonstone. Hopefully she wouldn't act out in her rage and tip over her cauldron or anything like that... pretty soon she would start to fall ill, after all, if she did not have an antidote ready soon.

Kazimeriz nodded with approval as the student brewed. "You are doing well; hurry now, for time grows short."

"Good, Mr. Kettleburn. Keep focused on your brew, you are doing well." Kettleburn looked completely bewildered. He snickered to himself a bit, noticing Kettleburn's expression was not unlike the normal expression of their addle-minded Divinations professor. At least Kettleburn's condition was only temporary.



"Go ahead and perform the SpeRevelio charm to see if you correctly identified the ingredients in your potion, then. If you have, you may consume a draught of the antidote you created. Then we'll see if you are correct... or if you are doomed." Kazimeriz smiled wickedly.

"Five points to the first student who will correctly demonstrate the SpeRevelio charm for this young lady." Kazimeriz offered casually.

"Go ahead then, do not dilly dally!" Kazimeriz nodded to give her permission to proceed.


"Indeed you may, Kettleburn. At for Merlin's sake I hope you stayed focused enough to brew correctly." Kazimeriz smirked as though he were extremely amused at the thought of his students' plight.

"Yes, dear childe, how may I assist you?" Kazimeriz asked casually. He really was rather enjoying this class; it was both a potions lesson AND a defense lesson, when you stopped to think about it. Also, it gave him a small measure of satisfaction to note that Lawson had not truly taught them to be vigilant - the DADA professor should have cautioned them against absorbable poisons, certainly. He would have, were the position still his.

"Do not despair, Mr. Balouch, you are doing well. Do endeavour to hurry, for class period is almost at an end." Kazimeriz said with an encouraging tone.

Calming Draught? Err.. "I'm not sure," Fyo admitted. It was not often he was uncertain about potions he had read of - brewed, in fact - but the ingredients evaded him, at the moment. Shucks!

"Yes," he agreed, when she slipped the Boil-Cure Potion into their sort-of-conversation. "But boils can cause inflammation, and they burn, don't they? We need an ingredient that eliminates the inflammation, and that's why the ingredients of the Boil-Cure potion should be handy."

At least, in theory.
Eep! Professor Kazi!Man was always so sudden, he made Fyo jump. Every time. EVERY, measly time!

The fourth year shook his head, then gathered the pomegranate, moonstone and hellebore - yes, down, down they went, and into the cauldron; and then the fire beneath that had been raised by a notch, so that the ingredients could come to the required boil.

'You mean we could've cheated?' Destiny said to herself but just loud enough for Marilyn to hear.
She was leaning over her cauldron waiting for it to boil. But a watched cauldron never boils, so she sat back on her stool and folded her chicken arms.
She heard Marilyn apologizing. 'Oh don't worry about that! I'm sure Kazi wouldn't let us stay like this.' She took a quick glance over to him and realized, 'Well on second thought he might. We will just have to steal a bezoar before we leave.' because Destiny was not staying like this any longer.

Well..atlast Fyo seemed found the correct ingredients for his potion. She was happy despite the burning sensation of her skin. "Okay, sounds quite right." She said and moved forward towards her Cauldron after letting him work without distractions.

Distractions are dangerous for Potion classes.

Grinning inwardly, she took the ingredients one by one. Dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, porcupine quills in suggested measures. Carefully, she removed the Cauldron from the fire before added the ingredients into it and started stirring. Great. Avoided a major blow.

'Powdered moonstone?' Evelyn thought, looking at the professor with a confused expression. She used a whole one...but that didn't matter right? They were the same thing!....right? RIGHT! Holding tightly onto the table, since she could feel herself start to levitate again, which...then...sent her into another giggle war, she continued to stare at her potion...just waiting.


Evelyn sat patiently, or as patiently as she could, and waited for all the bubbles in the cauldron to go away. It was taking forever! 'What happens if we get this wrong? Will we stay like this FOREVER?!' Looking over at Destiny, she stared at the other girl for a minute or two, thinking and concentrating. 'I'm going to have a chicken friend!' And with that thought...she burst out laughing, again.

Once her laughing fell down to a quiet snickering, she looked back in her cauldron and noticed the bubbles were gone! Time for a party! "Destiny!" she poked the other girl, somehow ecstatic that her potion wasn't boiling anymore. "Destiny... Destiny... Destiny... Destiny!"

Marilyn looked at Destiny, feeling slightly on edge.

I hope he's getting a huge kick out of this. She whispered back, feeling like she may never want to attend Potions again. She followed Destiny's lead and turned so that their concoction could boil in peace for a few moments. This has to work because I refuse to walk back to the common room in this state. So, if it doesn't do what its suppose to, the poison better kill me fast.

Marilyn was being dramatic but she didn't rightfully care at the moment. She turned back to the potion to see if the syrupy-ness had been achieved. Seeing that it indeed had, she lowered the heat to let it simmer. At which time they would be forced to digest some of this thing...ugh.

Would you go ahead and check the paper with that spell? My nerves can't take it...

Destiny ignored Evelyn's bits of laughing. 'Its probably not funny anyway.' The itching of the feathers were getting her agitated and she was scratching her arms so much that they were bleeding a little.
Boils, feathers, wings, black eye, and blood. A perfect potions class.

Destiny leaned over Evelyn's cauldron to check on it. She didn't know why Evelyn was poking her and calling her name, but she figured it had something to do with her potion. 'Good! Its done! Now just check to see if you added all the right ingredient. Grab your parchment,' but not too close to the fire, please!, 'and your wand,' but don't poke me in the other eye 'tap the parchment with your wand' easy enough 'and say sperevelio.' Destiny could never be a professor. She had figured that out this lesson.



Destiny eyed the professor. 'I actually think he does enjoy this.' 'And that makes him give me the heebie jeebies even more.' Shuddering, Destiny took one last look at the boiling potion. 'Its boiled!' She watched as Marilyn lowered the heat. Just a little longer and Destiny the chicken will be gone. The anticipation of getting rid of the feathers made Destiny's wings flutter. 'Hmm, I guess they do work. Even if they are little.' They wouldn't get her anywhere she figured so she now wanted them gone.

Destiny grabbed the parchment and her wand, which kept falling out of her feathery grip. 'How am I supposed to hold this?' The genius in her decided to put her wand in her mouth and poke the paper with it. 'Sperevelio!' She was actually surprised she pronounced it right, with her wand in her mouth. The antidote was starting to reveal itself.
Rat Spleen. 'That one is right!' One down.
Snake fangs 'Goodbye boils!' good, because her face hurt.
Moonstone 'That's there! I guess they knew these feathers would make me go crazy!'
'Murtlap's not there, but now that I'm bleeding it is still good, right? And either is snake venom, but that doesn't matter, right?' Hopefully it doesn't do anymore damage to themselves.

Marilyn had spoken too soon. She grimaced at the revelation of the poison having no counter ingredient in their potion.

"So, since the feathers, boils and wings will be gone, I'll look normal for a funeral. That's awesome." She glared in the potion master's direction and muttered under her breath about him complimenting them for doing well. He didn't have to encourage if it was wrong...

She was deep in thought over some way to trick this poison...Although, there wasn't anything that could be done. The potion had already went through its second boiling stage and was finished. Merlin, help us...

Lorcan's body sagged in his sleep and he rocked backwards on his stool. He took a particularly deep breathe and this unbalanced him and he fell backwards, onto the floor with a loud SMACK. The stool clattered to the floor and Lorcan looked up at the steamy ceiling of the classroom. A lazy smile crept over his face. "I think I used too much of something" he muttered to himself, not really able to find the motivation to get up.

"I'd add all three." Carter said watching his cauldron. It was almost ready. "And don't worry about, everyone is too concerned with their potions to notice that you are turning blue."

Matheu heard the professor, who was walking by and saw Matheu watching his brew, say use the charm on the parchment. He took his wand out and placed the tip on the parchment
"SpeRevelio!" Matheu said. Words started to write themselves on the page and a list of ingredients under the ones that Matheu wrote appeared.
He was dead on! He got all the ingredients correct! He even added the moonstone the proper way and the worms at the right time! Matheu was so excited. The words said to take only a tablespoon full. Matheu got out a tablespoon and dipped it in. He put it in his mouth and almost gagged! But instead he beared through it and swallowed. Disgusting! The short temperness and melancholy started to seep away immediately.
Matheu opened his Potions notebook and wrote down the lesson and his potion and poison. This would be a strong class for him.

"Ooohhh, look Kay, it says Jobberknoll Feathers on the parchment. That's what I added to my potion so I guess that means it is the correct antidote." Not wanting to chance losing any more of her memory Marie dipped out some of the potion and started drinking it. "Yuck, this stuff tastes horrible." Almost instantly Marie started to remember what was going on. She knew where she was and she even knew who Kay was. She then remembered that the professor had poisoned them through the parchment he handed out. "Hey, what was that crazy professor thinkng by poisoning us like that? What if we wouldn't have gotten the antidote right? I'm so wearing gloves to this class from now on. I'm not touching anything he hands me with my bare hands anymore." Marie looked over at Kay who was still waiting to see how her parchment turned out. "Kay, you better hurry up before you start to cry again." Marie was so glad her memory was coming back she just sat there a minute remembering all the things she had forgotten.

Nodding and smiling at Destiny, she did what the girl told her to do. Grabbing her parchment, which now lay way too close to the fire, Evelyn took out her wand, almost hitting Destiny in the face, and whacked the paper, saying, "SpeRevelio." Then giggled when she saw words start to appear.

Reading through it quickly...well a little too quickly. The only words that popped out to her were Runespoor eggs and Moonstone. "DESTINY!" she yelled excitedly, waving her parchment around, but then turned down to a whisper like she had been doing lately. "I think I got it right." *Insert reaaally long laugh and giggling*