Originally Posted by Droo

"Miss Morganzo." She greeted.



"Hello Master Barrington, I see you survived your first year." After he let her poinon him just to show how a Beazor worked, she'd had her doubts.



"Just Fine, Miss Wilson." She said waving it off.



"Good Day Prefect Gert," She said greeting the Gryffindor seventh year.



She looked down at the ceramic pot. "Hot cocoa you say..." She had a half a mind to tell the child something so minimal could not cure her, and how stupid she was for thinking it... but she needed to control her temper if she was going to ride this out. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try a homeopathic remedy..." She took the pot and said. "Thank you."



Ahhh yes. The boy was in her office when her began showing symptoms. "Master Odessa, I'm glad it didn't scare you away." She said and gave the boy a polite nod. She didn't really care if she scared the students. But what had happened, shouldn't have happened.



"Hello Miss Phillips." She said.



"Logan..." She said glaring.



"Good Day Master Stonewall," She nodded to him, and said "I will."



"Hello Master Lupin" She said to the boy.



"Hello Miss Moreau" She said retrieving a tissue.



"Good Morning Master Vanderbilt," And then she stared at him. Anything he could help with? Yeah, work on a cure... "Just be available to help your under classmates."



"Master Kinsley..." She said with a nod.



"Hello Miss Quinn," she said to the girl.



... him.

She could feel her temper starting to flare, her eyes glaring on the boy who kept getting her snakes in trouble.

She didn't like the boy one bit. "Shackleford." She said knowing FULL well that wasn't his last name. And she didn't use his Captain title either...



"Good day to you Miss Somerlad..." Did the three Slytherin boys tell the whole school what had happened in her office? Well nothing she could do now.



"Good day to you Miss Castell..." She said to the girl who reminded her of an old enemy....



"Hello Miss Edwards." She said and wiped the sides of her mouth with the kerchief... nothing yet, good.



"Prefect Hollingberry. Very well, see me after class." She said and nodded. It was probably cookies... They'd go well with the hot cocoa.



"Good day to you and yes Miss Kim, I'm just fine." She lied.



"Good day Prefect Hutchinson," she told the boy.



"Feeling fine, Miss Wheatborn." She said getting annoyed at the constant questioning. She knew she didn't look right... she had a mirror, but she didn't think everyone would notice.



"Good Day Master Rush," she told the handsome boy... maybe she should point Sierra in his direction.

ooc: *RAWR*



"Hello Miss Bishop." she said.



"I'm fine Miss Carter." She lied to the girl.



"Miss Johansson. Good day to you." She told her.



"Well thank you for that Miss..." she looked at her roster, "Miss Solster, but I assure you, I'm fine."



"Fine Miss Hudson." She said through her teeth.



"Hello Miss Campbell," she greeted.



Sierra...

... *sigh*

"Miss Greingoth, no matter what the circumstances, I expect respect from my students and for them to greet me or any other professor, upon entering their classroom." She gave her a sad smile, "Don't make me owl your father."



"Hello Master Piatek, do find a seat." She said unimpressed.



"Good Day Miss Kennedy." She said getting up from her desk and walking around to the front.



"Prefect Rasting. Hello." She said with a nod.



"Morning Miss Dixon." She said.



"Good Morning Master McCarthy." She said.



"Hello Miss Talbot." She greeted.



"Hello Master Radley, I am just fine. I'm here aren't I?" She said to the boy getting a little irate.



"Good day Miss Hyde," she said to the young girl.



"Good Morning to you Miss Marchbanks," and gave her a nod.



"Good Morning Miss Lecium" she said greeting the girl.

"Alright you may or may not have heard, I'm a bit under the weather..." Understatement of the year... "But I will be just fine. Healers are working around the clock, so don't think I'm leaving you anytime soon."

"Let's start class, shall we? Can anyone tell me IF and What they dreamed last night?" She asked the class.

Originally Posted by Bazinga

Minerva frowned.. Under the weather she didn't like hearing that, but Lafay was not going to give in to anything not even an illness. Listening to the question she thought that was an odd one to be asked in potions class, but she shrugged and put her hand up. "Professor last night I had a dream that I had fallen in the lake and couldn't swim. There were students there watching, but no one cared to save me. They just pointed and laughed as I struggled to try and stay above water." she shuddered and glared over towards Maxwell.. yes he was one of the ones laughing watching her die in that lake.

Originally Posted by Meizzner

Nigel was lucky he did survive his first year, But it was this year that might kill him. He had already broke an arm in Hurricane Bellaire. He had no idea what else this year would bring. He could not remember what he dreamed about last night. But he could tell her what he just dreamed about in Divination. Nigel raised his right hand. Due to his left arm still hurting.

"My dream was a Eagle and a Badger killing a Sea Creature"

Nigel still wondered if the eagle was him, the badger was Elijah and the Sea creature was Professor Elwood. But Nigel was not sure.

Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Good. So Professor Lafay was sick but not sick enough to erm...do something scary like pass out in class. Ella was relieved to hear it as she wasn't the best in situations like that. She looked at Sophie, giving her a small smile before turning her attention the the question that had been asked. Dreams? Hmm. What had Ella dreamt about? Oh! Quidditch!

The small third year raised her hand, ready to share. "I dreamt about Quidditch, Professor. I was teaching my little brother how to play." And this wasn't surprising as the sport was on her mind most of the time now that Quidditch season had rolled around.

Originally Posted by kayquilz

Elliot smirked at Maxwell, but didn't really say anything...because Lafay was starting class...she didn't want to make the ill woman mad or anything. She was probably in a fouler mood than usual because of it, you know. Illness does that to people.

The Ravenclaw raised her hand..."I dreamed that I lost in...a forest. With no one..and apparently I didn't know how to do magic..." she shuddered. No magic...Merlin, that sounded awful. She didn't even think she had a wand in her dream...

What an AWFUL dream.

Originally Posted by hpfan18

Belle smiled when she greeted her. Belle was glad the professor was getting better and she won't have to worry about it. Belle was glad the class was starting and she wondered if she dreamed last night.

Actually Belle did have a dream..."Professor i had a dream where i was sailing on a sail boat back with my family...but then i was dragged down to the depths by a sea monster. It was human but it had scales." Belle said while blushing. She usually didn't like sharing her dreams in class but this one was a strange one.

Originally Posted by verbain

Theo felt a liiiittle uncomfortable in potions today. He wasn't entirely sure what was wrong with professor Lafay, but he hoped it wasn't... contagious, like.... At least she wasn't gonna leave as their head of house, though. Cos Lafay was kind of awesome.

... Ooh, dreams.
"I dreamed about radishes last night." Or at least, he tried to. It meant good luck to dream about radishes, you know.

Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Sitting quietly on one of the seats, Louisa leaned her chin on her hand and watched the lying professor get on with class, which turned out to be about dreams too. What, was everyone aware of her rare but existing nightmares or something? The professor said dreams, so Louisa could just share her regular ones.

Raising her hand, "I was running through a maze, walls flipping and changing, people without faces, everything was so blurry and fast, yet I knew what was what and who was who." It wasn't like a scary dream, it was just an intense one. Until the end of it where she was startled awake to the feeling of someone twisting her hair. Again.

Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Originally Posted by the fastest seeker

Cassia was glad that Lafay had confirmed that she wasn't so well. Because mentioning the thing made it easier to deal with. Unlike hiding it and avoiding mentioning it at all. So that made it easier.

And what did they dream? What's with dreams and lessons? As if students a reminder of sleeping during class. However sleeping in potions wasn't likely to happen unlike Divination. Anyway, what did she dream last night? Hmmm....The second-year paused trying to recall her last night.

And she remembered. Frown. Cassia raised her hand and spoke, "I dreamed of plants." Her eyebrows furrowed automatically mentioning the most thing she loathed. "Probably because I've been avoiding doing my Herbology homework." Wait did she say this out loud? They, whoever they were, can't take points from her for saying this ,right? She didn't say she wasn't going to do it. Maybe she should think about what comes out of her mouth some more. Like she ever does.

Originally Posted by DH Vixen

Originally Posted by Bubbles

Under the weather? M'hm, right.

Kennedy glanced down at the piece of parchment he had taken out and tapped his quill on his other hand and stopped when Professor Lafay asked the question.

Dream?

Hmm.... Weeeeell...

He still had nightmares of the day of the attack, that couldn't be considered as a dream, could it? Yes, it could, but he wasn't about to share THAT because...well, his father was involved in that, but he could share what the dream sort of related to. Kennedy raised his hand and said, "My dream was about me dueling..." It was true.

Originally Posted by Steelsheen

He nodded his head silently at the Professor's reply. He could feel there was something she wanted to say but naturally she would respond the way she did. The fact that she was still holding a class despite her condition meant she was one tough lady. Not that he didnt know about that beforehand anyway.

When he's settled into his usual station and lined up his Potions things he looked up when the Professor started with her lesson. A dream theme... much like it was in Divination. Now what about his dream last night? Errrr..... that cant be discussed in front of the entire class for certain private reasons, but he can just say what recurring dreams he sometimes have "Professor, I keep having a recurring dream of something that happened to me as a child. I fell from a ski lift and I've been having dreams of falling ever since."

Originally Posted by Tegz

"Of course not, Professor." West said quietly surprised. It had been weird and gross and everything but he didn't equate Lafay with scary at all, horrible symptoms or otherwise.

He nodded at the 'start the class thing and then put his hand up.

"I did." He paused, "I dreamed that I was on an island with my dad and my sister, and me and my sister were going swimming, but the island was all cliffs, and she said if I jumped off first, she'd jump off after me, and I jumped, and then she didn't, and I couldn't get back up and she wouldn't help me so I had to swim around the whole island, and I got so tired and I couldn't go any further and then I found a vine and I climbed up and when I got to the top there, my team was up there, and looking for me. And then they helped me get home, and my dad was so happy to see me, and it turned out it wasn't Aspen at all, and my dad said we had to wait for the real Aspen to come back and that she would once she was done growing up."

Dreams never made any sense, right?

Originally Posted by McFeisty

Mika was sitting in the middle of the room and tapping her forehead as she wondered what would happen when she revealed her dream. Her dream hadn't made any sense at all. She furrowed her eyebrow before she spoke.

"I-ummmmgh. I dreamed that I was swimming in a pond of chocolate and then i lost all of my teeth - and they melted...and then i walked through a wall and ended up in i think it was the Slytherin house" she shrugged. Because she didn't know what it was. "and then there was the school falling into the lake and everyone turned into merpeople." She shrugged. "I think i'm crazy Professor"...yeah she thought she was.

And why was Professor Lafay drooling?

Originally Posted by FireboltSword

"Good to hear that, Professor. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.", she said to Professor Lafay. She walked in front of the class and took a seat.

Befelda seemed a little confused. What does dream got to do with Potions? Isn't it more related to Divination?, she thought to herself.

She suddenly remembered her dream last night. She hastily raised her hand. "Professor, I dreamed about my Dad last night, teaching me how to fly on a broomstick and how to catch the Golden Snitch the fastest way. My Dad was a Seeker in his class back then.", she said.

Originally Posted by DecemberMoon

Originally Posted by emjay

First Divination and now Potions? What was with these classes and dreams?

Ethan was a bit reluctant to share the recurring dream that he had again last night. After all, weren't dreams kinda... personal? Still, Lafay did not look like someone who thought of class participation as optional... no matter how ill she may be. Perhaps he could relay it without some of the more personal details.

The fifth year raised his hand and answered, "I dreamt that I was riding in one of those Muggle... er, trucks. I'm not sure who was operating it... I couldn't see the face, but it must've been someone I knew because I had a sorta familiar feeling about him in my dream. Anyway, we were crossing a bridge in this truck... one of those bridges that are meant for walking over with the wooden slats. A few of the slats were missing and I was really worried that we were going to fall into the water... but we made it across safely." That was enough, wasn't it? Bizarre, yes... but just enough info without anything too personal.

Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu

Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Originally Posted by Harry174

Laura smiled at her twin sister before raising her hand and replying. "I dreamed that I was locked in a dungeon with someone." Laura wasn't going to say who, she didn't want to get into trouble. "And then they just left me down there for ages and ages and ages and ages." Laura sighed. "It was horrible." Laura sighed, and now she was reliving the experience.

Originally Posted by JeshieRAWR

Landon Hughes fixed his hair as he listened to Professor Lefay talk about how she was under the weather and all. Sure, he was a bit worried for her, but if she said she was alright. He guessed she was alright.

Right. Starting the lesson. So what did he dream of last night?

...Easy.

The now fifteen-year-old raised his hand and said, "I did dream last night and it was about how I was on a professional quidditch team. I won the game and after I won, my prize was all the food in the entire world." He ended his little statement with a big grin on his face. That dream was definitely on the top of his best dreams ever list.

Originally Posted by lemon

Professor Lafay was under the weather? Huh? Was she sick? Alice had no idea. Alice didn't really realize that Professors had lives outside of teaching children as well. She figured Lafay just popped out of thin air to teach them. She didn't know that they could get sick, either. Someone really needed to explain this stuff to her. The lioness was way overdue for an explanation.

Dreams?

The Gryffindor raised her hand. "Professor, I imagined that, in class, I had brewed a potion that could cause one to become immune to love germs." And what a miraculous dream it was. "Then, they repaid the favor in ice cream, sugary waffle cones, and doughnuts." Lovely dream. And all of that candy.. she could almost taste it..

Beam. Beam. Beam.

Originally Posted by MyPatronusIsaMoose

A dream that that they had last night? Oakey couldn't remember the dream he had last night. If he had to try and remember there was a Monkey involved, or maybe that was Elijah?

Maybe he could go with a dream he has been having occasionally. "I had a dream that I was walking up a long spiral tower, the Astronomy Tower maybe, or the stair that lead to the Divination classroom? Anyways I would reach the top of the tower, but there was no room just the end of the steps and one door. I open the door and I would end up at the bottom of the tower again. I climb it again and this time it seems to be longer. Once I reached the top there was still nothing but the door. I would open it end up, and be at the bottom again."

Oakey thought this dream was disturbing. Not nightmare disturbing, just annoying disturbing. He wanted the dream to stop, or that door to take him somewhere different.

Originally Posted by sarahlooo

Crap. It was her. The evil ginger. And she sat down right next to him. Looovely. Milton refused to make eye contact with her and rested his head in his hand, clearing facing away from her. He didn't want to die today.



But if Addy Kennedy didn't kill him, Lafay might. She might have been sick, but if looks could kill... Oh man. Milton was a dead man.

And it was ShackleBOLT. CAPTAIN ShackleBOLT. She never got his name right. She probably did it on purpose. Evil woman.

Finally, the class was starting. Dreams... He had a dream last night, yes. Well, it was actually sometime during the day. He had fallen asleep before dinner, he was so tired. He wracked his brain because he KNEW he had dreamed about something, but it was a bit fuzzy. "I had a dream that... I was in some hallway, here at Hogwarts. And... it was dark... and someone was feeding me soup." Random, but true. "And they were checking my eyes for.. something." Yeeeup. True story.

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Nodding, and with a slightly surprised expression on the lioness' face, Kurumi slid into the seat beside Lewis and set her things out. "Hey," she whispered, meeting his eyes briefly as her cheeks rose in color just a little as a shy smile tickled its way across her lips. "Ready for another term of tutoring me?" Because Lewis was far more brilliant when it came to this subject than she was.

Setting her book and parchment on the table, Kurumi relaxed her shoulders just a little as she looked forward, maybe scooting her seat a little closer to his, but not that she noticed she had. After last term's Potions lesson were everyone had frozen, Kurumi felt safer with him by her side. Ignore that he too had frozen, but at least they had together?

Once Kurumi had set her quill on her parchment, Kurumi was about to pick it up and at least write her name when Professor Lafay began the lesson. The violet eyes of the Gryffindor instantly fell on Sierra, looking mostly at the back of her head, and she bit her lip. Really...Kurumi felt as though she should, needed to, reach out to the Slytherin. Even if Sierra wanted nothing to do with her. Maybe it was too Gryffindor of her to hope for such a change, but...Kurumi WAS a Gryffindor and even people who disliked her as much as Sierra seemed to deserved to smile.

But back to the topic at hand - which reminded Kurumi of Divination. UG. Dreams...yeah...she had had a dream...but could hardly remember it to the extent that her classmates seemed to be. It was fragments mostly. A flash of this and that. Slowly, Kurumi raised her hand. "I dreamed, professor, but I can only remember...strawberries and a door."

Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Oh, good. Abby had heard some stuff about this professor and most of it was scary, yes but it was great that she wasn't leaving soon.

Waiit. Dreams AGAIN!? What's will all the classes focusing on dreams? Abby sighed and tried to remember what she dreamed.. it was something REALLY weird, she knew that for a fact. Abby raised her hand hesitantly. "I had a dream that.. um.. that I was back home and.. err.. later there was a bear playing football? I.. don't remember.." Yeah, well. At least, she remembered something. That was good, right?

Originally Posted by LilFox06

Originally Posted by Tommehbell

Harlow gave a squeak of surprise when Professor Lafay took the coco jar from her. She hadn't really expected her to do that. Lafay wasn't called the Dragon Lady for nothing after all.

But Harlow gave the potioneer a small smile and scampered off to her bench before her good fortune ran out. Lady Luck could be a fickle mistress after all.

Harlow raised her hand, "Um, I had a dream last night. It was more of a nightmare really." She said softly. "I was sitting under a tree in the middle of a glade. It wasn't a sunny day. Thunderclaps were sounding off like cannon fire. In my lap was my writing book and I had my favorite quill, but the words I was writing on the page bleed off onto the ground. The ink started to spread and it killed the grass and the sky turned a ugly shade of purple like a fading bruise..." she didn't finish. It was still a vivd nightmare and she had woken up in a cold sweat. And she was sharing something that scared her and she didn't want to start crying in front of everyone.

Originally Posted by Cassirin

Originally Posted by xXxPandora

"Of course I'm not going to burn the table," she answered Elliot, somewhat pouting. She was careless most of the time and spilled potion ingredients frequently, but she certainly wasn't clumsy enough for her to burn anything that didn't need burning.

She turned her attention back to the Professor greeting her peers that was entering when a figure passed by her, she sent the Ravenclaw Prefect a furtive look once he had sat down. Just what was it now? Still going to ignore her?

*SIGH*

After a few minutes, Professor Lafay was at the front. Yeah, she certainly did appear to be a bit under weather. Beezus wondered what might've caused this. But finding it more appropriate to shut her mouth at the woman's class, she didn't voice it out. Instead, she pointed herself to her question, cue that class has started.

Dreams, huh? Just like in Divination?

She couldn't really remember most of her dreams and last night's was no different. "I can't exactly remember everything about my dream last night Professor but there were doors.. lots of them," made of different material, different design.. "..and when I open one and step in I keep going back to that same place with the many doors." There were also differences on the ambiance when she opens a door, what those were she couldn't remember. She even thought hard if she had found her way out in that dream.

Originally Posted by lazykitty

Emmanuelle was about to wave back at Cassia, but then Professor Lafay started class and she didn't think it would be a good idea. Especially since the professor had actually admitted to not feeling a 100%. But, if she said she was going to be fine, then it was probably just a particularly bad cold and nothing really to worry about.

Dreams? Again? Well, at least it wasn't likely that they about to try to read something into them, unlike Divination. Nope, this probably had something to do with the potion that they were going to be making today. Maybe a way to avoid nightmares? But still, she didn't really like the idea of sharing her dream with the class. Whatever happened in her brain, stayed in her brain. "I don't really remember my dream." Nope, nobody really needed to know that she was dreaming of a certain shirtless wonder.....

Originally Posted by nups21

Ira just nodded and smiles slightly. Potions was her favorite subject, so she did like Lafay a little, only because sh was the Potions mistress.

Ira had had chosen to sit somewhere in the middle, and had started doodling, when she suddenly perked up as Professor began her lecture. Under the weather? Yeah, almost everyone knew about that. Ira smirked as Professor mentioned about her not leaving anytime soon. Of course not!

Dreams? Maybe Ira did have dreams, but she surely didn't remember them. "I don't remember my dreams Professor.. but maybe I had one." Yeah, she surely had one, seeing that she had woken up in a happy mood. Especially considering that she wasn't a morning person! "Sometimes our moods are influenced by the dreams, aren't they Professor?"

Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Hearing her name, Sierra glanced up. The look on her face hadn't changed much. Deep in her eyes there was a look of sorrow, one that was the result of months of pain she'd endured. She nodded in understanding, although she still didn't greet her mother. She just didn't feel up to being happy when things weren't happy at the moment. She did a tiny smirk in response to what was said about her father.

At least the announcement to the class, the one about not leaving them anytime soon, gave a little bit of promise. Sierra sighed softly then raised her hand. "I...didn't exactly have a dream last night," she said. It'd been more of a nightmare, and she was out of the potion she used to control them and hadn't wanted to bother her mother for more.

"...but I was in this labyrinth, and I was walking so, so far, but no matter how far I walked, I just got deeper and deeper. I could hear my mother calling for me, but...I never could reach her," she said. That was very vulnerable of her to share, but she was in one of her most vulnerable times right now.

Originally Posted by Droo

She set the fire under her cauldron. "The potion we are brewing today can either make you forget your dreams, or... when adding another ingredient, make you remember them."





"Elf! Get out of my classroom!" She said getting angry. "You will not disrupt my class... now get out, or I'll brew something that required House Elf flesh."

She then turned to the cauldron and filled it with water. "Use a water base. Fill your cauldrons and set the fire below."

Originally Posted by Beezley

Beezley had been waiting patiently just inside the door when one of the studentsies (Cassia) spoke up. She smiled a toothless grin then walked her little wobbly legs further into the classroom. She turned her grin to the professor, hoping she'd be as nice as the ickle studentsie.

...but Missus Minister wasn't.

Beezley grew very wide-eyed and got a look of pure horror on her face. "Oh, ohhh, Missus! Beezley is so sorry, she is!" the elf exclaimed. She hid her face and started walking backwards out the door. Beezley is not wanted here. Missus Minister is so, so scary.

Then... CRASH!!!

Beezley had backed into a table and had turned just in time to see an empy vial wobble then topple down toward the floor. "No, no, no, no," Beezley mumbled. She tried to catch the vial, but the vial landed with a crash. "Beezley is so, so sorry, Missus. Beezley doesn't want to be made into a potion. Beezley will clean up her mess."

Originally Posted by Droo

"Actually we always dream... most times though we don't remember them." She said.

"It is hard to remember your dreams. Sometimes you just know you've dreamt of something, but you don't remember it at all..." She wrapped her arms around herself, "When you have night terrors, you have scary dreams. And you wish to forget them, but those are the ones that remain in your brain."

She set the fire under her cauldron. "The potion we are brewing today can either make you forget your dreams, or... when adding another ingredient, make you remember them."

"Elf! Get out of my classroom!" She said getting angry. "You will not disrupt my class... now get out, or I'll brew something that required House Elf flesh."

She then turned to the cauldron and filled it with water. "Use a water base. Fill your cauldrons and set the fire below."

Originally Posted by Beezley

Beezley had been waiting patiently just inside the door when one of the studentsies (Cassia) spoke up. She smiled a toothless grin then walked her little wobbly legs further into the classroom. She turned her grin to the professor, hoping she'd be as nice as the ickle studentsie.

...but Missus Minister wasn't.

Beezley grew very wide-eyed and got a look of pure horror on her face. "Oh, ohhh, Missus! Beezley is so sorry, she is!" the elf exclaimed. She hid her face and started walking backwards out the door. Beezley is not wanted here. Missus Minister is so, so scary.

Then... CRASH!!!

Beezley had backed into a table and had turned just in time to see an empy vial wobble then topple down toward the floor. "No, no, no, no," Beezley mumbled. She tried to catch the vial, but the vial landed with a crash. "Beezley is so, so sorry, Missus. Beezley doesn't want to be made into a potion. Beezley will clean up her mess."