Sophie stepped toward the door of the classroom and glanced up to meet Professor Culloden's gaze. "Hello, Professor Lafay," she said, and then in true Sophie/Culloden nature, she smirked...then smiled. "Just kidding. I couldn't resist. Hello, Professor Culloden." Then there was a smile for added brownie points and all.

She edged past him so that anybody else coming to class could get in, as well, and then she began strolling the room in search of a seat. Merlin, was she the first one here? She pretty much had the pick of the litter as far as seats were concerned. She chose one and as she took her seat, she happened to glance up at the board. Dear Merlin! ...and a Muggle car at that. Couldn't he at least have chosen a cauldron or something?

Mo cut a look at the smirking Slytherin as he slipped past her and made his way toward a seat. Nothing like making a good name with the professor by letting him know you wished he was someone else, right? Slytherins were weird people, and this was from someone with Slytherin mates AND a Slytherin girlfriend.

"Good morning, Professor. I hope you had a good summer," he flashed a brief smile at Culloden before grabbing up a seat near the back. The better to avoid first year explosions, my dear.

Potions was a great way to start the day, even better when you had all your wits together and all was right in the school environment. Her brother was here, her best friend was here and she'd have all and every day to spend with them. It was as if some great force was rewarding her for what happened last term.

With that in mind, she stopped just a few feet from the professor standing at the entrance of the potions' classroom. "Morning, Professor Culloden," she greeted with a bashful grin, then proceeded into the classroom only to stop suddenly in her tracks.

Catalonian Fireballs! What...was THAT on the blackboard?!

Slowly making her way to a seat at the front, Beverly kept her eyes on the picture. Even as she set her bag on the table and sat down, her eyes were glued on that picture.

Huh. Well. Huh...

Classrooms...in the dungeon? This wasn't what Marisol had expected of her first class of the year. It was quite chilly. Nevertheless, Potions was one of the classes she was most looking forward to. And she was quite early, as only a couple other students were here. Some she had seen the day earlier at the Slytherin table.

Marisol's schedule said the teacher was someone called Professor Culloden. He was presumably the man waiting outside to greet her.
"Hello," she said. "Marisol Cruz." The first year didn't know how they addressed teachers in Britain. She hoped it was okay.

Marisol wasn't one to worry for long. She went to take a seat in the comfy chair closest to the back. As to not draw too much attention, because Mari wasn't always the most perfect student. She could get rowdy. Wait, what the heck was that thing doing on the blackboard?

Caelen walked into the classroom, a big smile on her oval face. The first potions lesson of the year! She loved potions and the little redhead was excited to have a chance to learn new ones. New, less destructive ones. Not like the ones her stupid brother tried to teach her that were mostly used for tricks and pranks. Yes, there was a difference. Living with Rockwell for all of her life had taught the shorter girl SOMETHING.

Thank goodness it was potions. If this was something like Transfig, Caelen would be the crankiest Ravenclaw the school had. Early morning's weren't good for the second year and she wasn't a fan of transfiguration. The teacher was really tough! And she didn't have a natural knack for it like potions. So it was harder. And that was frustrating as heck for her. Potions was actually fun, getting to mix things to make something else. It was like magical baking.! Ooh, that was a fun term for it. Magical baking.

"Hello Professor! Did you have a good summer?" The twelve year old climbed into the comfortable seat and made a small 'ooh' noise. Very comfortable. Looking around, the freckled faced girl's round blue eyes crinkled with laughter. The picture on the board was so weird! Why was he lifting a Muggle car? And why was he doing arobics? Nothing about that made any sense whatsoever. Strange, Cosgrach could be.

Cris had finally found the potions lab. How had he done that? By following the other students....and hoping that they were going to the same class that he was attending. He noticed the Professor standing at the entrance of the door and walked up to introduce himself.

"Hello Professor. I'm Cristoffer Strand. Sander's brother. He told me to say hello for him. He said that you were one of his best Potions Masters and made me promise to attend your lessons. So here I am. Honestly though, I would have still attended, promise or not," Cris smiled conspiratorially at his Potions Professor.

Having said that, he turned around, found an empty workstation and sat down. It was then he noticed the picture of same said Professor grinning back at him from a poster. Only this Professor was exercising in the most peculiar way. He was lifting cars. Go figure.

Cris wondered whether the potion they would be brewing today had to do with enhancing one's strength...either that or making heavy things way lighter. Cris was eager to find out.

Well, he really should have slipped off during the night to explore Hogwarts, given that the school has decided to start the lessons right after the Start of Term Feast. No tours for the new studentsies? Ah well, no worries though since his first class was Potions, and that the classroom was nearby their common room. It was easy to track it down since he saw a girl about his age treading the path to the classroom. All he had to do was follow, and take a peek if it was the right room.

Copying his fellow Slytherin before him, Ethan stood by the door, gave the man before him a smile and a wave. “Good morning, Professor….uh…” What’shisnameagain?! The new student fumbled for his notebook and read the man’s name out loud. “Professor Cosgrach Culloden. Good morning, sir!” Ethan gave him a slight apologetic smile and a salute.

The new Slytherin entered the room and sat on one of the comfy chairs, and looked around him. Ethan approved of what he saw, until he saw the drawing on the board. What in Merlin’s…? The boy propped his elbows on the table, and cupped his hands on his chin to prevent it from hanging due to shock…or awe. It was pretty hard to tell.

As Lux reached the door to the Potions classroom, she gave the professor a big smile. This was one of her favourite classes, and she was excited. "Hello, Professor Culloden. Did you have a good summer?"

Stepping inside the room, she chose a seat and then started getting her stuff ready. Glancing towards the blackboard for a moment, she caught a glimpse of something as she placed her cauldron on the desk.

Was Professor Culloden seriously lifting a car over his head? SNORT.

That man was something else, and Lux could not take her eyes off of the picture.

First Potions lesson of the term! Which also meant that this was the first of the last Potions lessons Cat would ever have at Hogwarts. One would think that would be a depressing thought, but Caterina chose to make it positive. She was going to enjoy it while she still could.

The blonde Slytherin smiled very cheerfully at the Professor as she made her way into the room. "Hello, sir. Nice to see you again." Well. It was. Cat liked him! She'd been sure she'd miss Lafay a LOT, but Professor Culloden was rather awesome. She grinned again before heading off to pick out one of her favorite seats, which of course meant she was sitting beside Mo. It was kind of a Potions lesson tradition to sit with the boyfriend.

After she sat, she glanced at the board and tilted her head at it.

Marigold was next in line to get through the door, so she smiled back at Culloden. "Hello," she greeted him cheerfully, before asking, "How was your summer?" She smiled once more as she looked at the - wait for it - caaaaalming blue walls. She found a seat quickly and took out her notebook. Leaving the bag open foot take out potions supplies, her eyes found the blackboard.

...

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Marigold didn't get the picture ONE BIT but it was SO FUNNY and she was suddenly hunched over her desk WHEEZING from laughing too hard. But nobody saw that, right?

He was tired and he probably should of done.more sleeping that reading last night but he couldnt help it if Watson was being intresting again. Siigh, Sherlock Holmes got him every single time. Walking into the room he stopped and squinted at the board first and foremost.................. what was that?! With a head tilt he smiled at mr professor dude. "Good morning Professor." what was with the board? He wondered if this potion lesson was going to have some tie into muggle cars.... OR super human strength even! Thatd be wicked.

Brown eyes glancing around the room his eyes fell on no one other than his best friend, hi Beverly. He also wasted no time going and claiming a seat next to her, comfy seats too! He sort of melted into his cause he was a tad tired and it was comfy though he wouldnt dare try to fall asleep in class.

Dylan approached the door to the potions classroom, yawning as he walked. His bag that hung loosely on his shoulder seemed to be weighing him down. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he smiled at the professor when he reached him, quickly racking his brain for his name. "Morning, Professor..Culloden." he said with a tiny nod of greeting before entering. Merlin was he tired. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before which wasn't a good way to start your first lesson at school. Oh, well. Perhaps once the class and everything got going he'd wake up a bit more. Making his way to the washbin, he quickly washed his hands and then turned and found himself a seat near the front. Sitting down, he noticed how comfy the seats were. Was it just him or were they...really really comfortable? Merlin's beard...this was nice...he could just fall asleep right here...

His eyelids grew heavy and his eyes suddenly closed for a tiny bit before they opened at the sudden sound of someone bursting out laughing. He jumped in his chair slightly, looking towards where the laugh had came from. He chuckled sleepily to himself at the sight of Marigold laughing her head off. What was so funny? He turned to look at the board and saw the picture. Cocking his head as he studied it, he wondered what it could possibly really be. What was the purpose of it being up there? Hhmmm...he found himself nodding off again suddenly.

Well this was refreshing, first class of the term being down in the dungeons. Not bad, not bad at all. It saved her the walk back up those moving stairs after she'd made her way down for breakfast. Nowhere to go but down and gravity was her friend, helping her toward said dungeons. When she got there she found it a bit odd how happy the Professor was looking but you know what? No complaints, it'd hopefully make things better for that Dima kid.

Where was he anyway? Lex peeked into the room, seeing if she could spot him before turning a pleasant smile toward the door guarding Professor. "Hello Professor. Trust you had an interesting summer?" Did he know she'd gotten an 'E' for his subject? Did he know it was because she followed the book and made lots of reference to the book? No funny business with messing with potions, yeah? Great--What the kneazle was that on the board and WHY?? Blink. Blink. Oh dear.

Without giving it much thought, the Gryffindor slipped into one of the middle rows and took a seat. Not the back where she'd be distracted but not the front with the Professor either. That was Ravenclaw stuff...or you know...eager Firsties. Neither of which she happened to be.

Now then, where was that little Ravenclaw?

He was so ready for this lesson. So, so, SO ready.

Why was that? 'Cause Dima was making an impression today.

Lots of first years probably had no idea what the Potions Master looked like, let alone his NAME. But he did! The Gryffindor Prefect had given him instructions to greet the man right away, so he was all set to burst into speech as soon as he entered the dungeons. And that was exactly what he did.

"G'morning, Professor Collarbin!" Beam. "I'm Dima Toussaint! First year Ravenclaw, sir. Looking forward to your lesson!"

Peering around the man, he finally located Lex in the middle row of the room and grinned. Look! He'd remembered!

Dec slowly strolled into his new Potions class. Wow, these walls were very...blue.

The boy walked over to the middle, where he picked a seat. The chair automatically become super comfortable as his bum made contact. Nice move, professor, not bad. He could get used to this.

As he began slumping in his seat, his eyes locked on the huge picture on the blackboard. "What the..." He raised a brow. Ummm...whatever floats the Professor's boat...

Zander hesitated for a few seconds before walking into the classroom. There was something about being down in the dungeons that gave him a chill. He mustered a "Hi Professor", but that's all he could get himself to say. Sure he had been able to strike up a conversation with a fellow Gryffindor at the welcoming feast, but he had to work in baby steps. Besides, speaking to a professor was much more difficult and at least he said something. Zander looked around the classroom and found a seat that was far, far away from the professor. Maybe next lesson he'd work up the courage to take a seat in the front, he is a Gryffindor for goodness sakes. But again, baby steps.

So her first official potions lesson at Hogwarts. Awesome. Now she just needed to remember the advice her Nana told her during their potions lessons. 'Brewing potions is like baking if you add too much or not enough it's not going to come out right.' Nana always comparing every lesson to food. What can she say that is the Bayless way.

The dungeons was a nice place. Errr no. Too dark, cold and mysterious for her. Yep she'd only visit when she needed to. Like potions lessons.... Or a place to hide. She found herself following some people hopefully they were going to the lesson too. She didn't know where the lesson was at down here. Once she arrived to the classroom the professor was standing right at the door.

well... Wasn't that just an award winning smile there. "Hello professor. I'm Cinnamon Bayless third year Gryffindor." She introduced herself and headed on into the classroom. Where she spotted Lux. She smiled to her friend and took a seat beside her. "Hey." She said quietly. When she looked up at the blackboard to see what today's lesson was going to be about her jaw dropped. Merlin was that a car he was holding over his head? How it the world?

A bit later than usual - she hadn't practiced waking up so early for a morning run let alone an early morning class over the summer - Sophie made the trek toward the potions classroom. There were multiple voices already coming from the room and she wondered if she was actually going to be late on the first day, but when she checked her watch, she decided everyone else was just strangely early. No unknowing new kids had stolen her spot by Culloden's desk, right?

She was distracted from her worries when she heard the strangest of interjections coming from inside the classroom as she approached. Professor... Collarbin? Merlin. Who'd been coaching the first years these days? Taking her turn to enter, she greeted Culloden with a high-five. "High expectations for this class today, y'know, considering how fun your first class was last year," was her way of greeting him, the broadest of smiles spreading across her face. "No pressure or anything." Except there was ALL THE PRESSURE.

...But as she faced forward and saw the image on the blackboard, Sophie's eyebrows pressed together in a bizarre mixture of confused amusement, and she turned to let Culloden SEE her roll her eyes in jest. "You are something else, sir." A big dummy, is what she wanted to say, but instead, she lightly bopped both Mo and Cat on the head with a finger in greeting as she passed them and took her usual seat at the front of the classroom, unpacking all her potions items and working at scourgifying everything while everyone else got settled, too. And... where was Tobes?

9 o' clock in the morning. Hello, in the morning? Leah dragged her tired feet down to the dungeons and entered the potions classroom, where she brightened up immediately. Ooh, calming blue. Quite a cheerful color, who would have guessed that the potions master liked soft blue?

Then the second year's eyes drifted over to the blackboard. "Is that you, sir?" Was Leah's response, snorting with laughter. Very obvious, but just in case Professor Culloden had a twin brother or something. "Oh, and good morning. Hope you had a wonderful summer." She smiled. She went to drop her bag on a table near the wall and headed to wash her hands. Y' know, hygiene.

Honestly, she had the best sleep ever, she was merely having issues with coming to class so early - it really isn't too early - when they'd pretty much just got here, you know? But she still gave Culloden a smile, "Good morning, Professor!" It was a rather cheery greeting. And quite odd, since she'd much rather stay in bed for a while longer.

The now-sixth year walked to a seat and did her best to not acknowledge that picture of Culloden covering what should be the blackboard, because NOPE, what even?

Merlin, Professors these days.

Blah. Having to get re-used to Hogwarts was tough! And not just because of the time difference either. But that on top of having to get up and go to classes the day after arriving. She was still on Las Vegas time, where it was ONE IN THE MORNING! Which was why she was yawning as she entered the Potions classroom.

"Hello professor," she greeted sleepily before flopping down in a seat and placing her supplies on the desk in front of her. Hopefully she wouldn't fall asleep and cause an accident........

Normally, Adrienne would have thousands of objections to having to wake up at any time before noon, especially after she'd stayed up late last night rereading all some of her course books, but today she was legitimately excited for school to start again. She'd enjoyed the summer, of course, and the freedom from having to be stuck in the rote monotony of school every day, but learning just from reading was completely different from the real thing, and she was looking forward to a potions lesson filled with practical and informative activities.

Of course, she wasn't sure why she expected that from Culloden, based off of last term, and the giant picture on the wall wasn't exactly helping.

Still, Adrienne did her best to be civil, even if she did find the whole thing distasteful. "Morning, Professor Culloden," she said with a courteous nod, and then found a nice seat to settle down in that didn't have anyone on either side, so she could hopefully avoid any human interaction today and just focus on getting back into the groove of things here.

Melek came down the hall, heading to her class. Her bag was packed with her supplies. She was excited for classes but not for this one. Mel remembered how horried the Potions professor was last term. Melek still held a grudge. She stopped near the door of the Potions classroom and saw the professor. Mel grumbled and tried to sneak around him, not wanting to talk to him. Melek wasn't feeling very cheery nor did she want to talk to any professors at the moment. She just wanted to sink down into a seat and bury her head until the lesson started. Mel eyed the professor as she tried to step around him.

Okay so Benny wasn't sure about Potions being the absolute first class of the term. I wasn't like it was a favorite subject to be excited and waited for. On the contrary for him, just a required course he had to make his way through. However the third year had managed not to bumble his potions lessons too much the previous year so perhaps there was still hope of surviving them without extreme trouble for the next few years.

"Good morning, Professor," he greeted politely as he passed the seated man. Not spotting anyone too familiar already there, Benny took a random seat near the middle of the classroom. The boy getting himself situated while he noted the picture.

Dear Merlin.

Definitely not Lafay.