Potions Lesson 1 - who stole the cookies from the cookie jar? It's a clear, bright January day, and the low winter sun is warm through the numerous glass windows in the main potions classroom at Beauxbatons. You're greeted by the now-familiar clean white walls and rows of granite-topped work-benches, each sitting ten or so students on high stools, with laboratory sinks at either end. Behind the large demonstration desk at the front is Professor Noble, wearing navy robes and his usual resting boss face. The trays on the work surface in front of him are unusually sparse for an experiment, appearing to hold only spare paper, ink and quills alongside three clear bottles of liquid. Had the syllabus been changed, perhaps? Was there a post-holiday examination today after all? |
"Professor,'' Claudine said quietly, and by way of greeting. It was about a half of the way into the academic year and by now, all of her professors would have learnt that this Slytherin did not talk much... unless it was absolutely necessary. As she moved further into the classroom to take a seat, she paid no attention to anything but the ink, quills and paper. Claudine felt a dull sense of panic creep up on her. Had she forgotten about some sort of quiz they were to be having? Now seated, the Snakette took out her books. A hasty revision wouldn't hurt, would it? |
Months later and Kaiser still wasn't totally sure how on earth he had managed that Exceeds Expectations in his Potions OWL. It was apparently not a mistake, so he'd either completely fluked it or only just about scraped it, or both. Not that he doubted his abilities in the actual brewing, but the theory? Essays? Properties of ingredients? The importance of clockwise versus anti-clockwise stirring depending on the situation? Lost on him. Except that apparently it wasn't, according to his OWL grade. Wild. Reflecting on this, as he did most times he headed to this particular lesson, Kaiser entered the Potions classroom looking the complete opposite of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. So, basically, the same as he looked every other day. "Professor," he mumbled his customary one-word greeting, as he took a place at one of the work benches. Kaiser eyed the materials at the front of the class, and couldn't stop himself from pulling a face. Had he brought his cauldron along for nothing? Was Noble springing a last minute theory lesson on them? Or were they maybe brewing something to do with whatever that clear liquid was? Maybe it was invisible ink or something. Or maybe this was for real a theory lesson, in which case... ugh. |
Fiona greeted Professor Noble with, "Hello Professor," as she made her way to a seat. As she looked down, her heart caught in her throat. Had she missed some vital study sessions? How she hated quizzes/exams! She swallowed and hoped that the lesson wouldn't be torture. |
Potions was never a class that Avalon Sinclair actually looked forward to. But the unusual January sunlight this morning brought her a newfound determination. Despite the chill in the air, she had gotten a healthy dose of Vitamin D on her way to class today, and that was all she could really ask for. As she entered the classroom, she gave Professor Noble a polite nod. "Good day, Professor," she said as she slid onto a stool at the same bench as Claudine, the young Slytherin she had met in Muggle Studies earlier this year. "Hey!" She greeted the first year with a friendly wave. Avalon knew that Claudine was introverted, so she wasn't sure exactly how else to start the conversation. Figuring that a friendly greeting would do, she scanned the room, her eyes widening slightly in alarm as they settled on the stack of paper in front of Professor Noble. Oh no. Was there some sort of exam today that she had forgotten about? Merlin, please don't let there be a pop quiz today. While Avalon had spent a good amount of time over the holiday break reading over her notes, she did not want to spend all of today's lesson hunched over her parchment, scribbling essays until her hand ached. |
Was the professor upset because of her? Was it something she'd done? Did he KNOW about her suspension?! All the professors did, probably. Bernadette felt like she was being watched VERY closely as she slipped into a seat in the back of Potions class, sliding to the bottom of her chair so only her head and neck were visible above the table. She was not talking to anyone and she hadn't even touched ANYTHING yet. This lion had been TAMED over the break |
The Potions classroom here are a lot different than at Hogwarts. As always Jillian is not accustomed to how it is very bright in this school granted it has been mooonths now. Bright and clean mostly. Nope, she enjoys having the Potions classroom in the dungeons... where it belongs. Obviously. She made her way towards the classroom just fine, by now she has memorized where all of them are. Clenching on the strap of her bag, she enters the room and immediately spots the professor. Surprisingly, even the tables look clean. Must be a theory lesson for today? Not that she would mind but Jillian still likes mixing ingredients. That's all. Eyeing the professor back, she smiled softly and spoke "Hello, Professor" she uttered after bobbing her head once and heading to the nearest chair she can set her eyes to. |
The only thing that could possibly rattle Eiji upon entering a Potions classroom would be beanbag chairs being juggled by a circus clown. Or something to that degree. But this set up? Completely unfazed. If there was a pop quiz or unannounced exam, he was confident that he would "O" it. But he expected more from the likes of Professor Noble than that and respected him more than to assume the man capable of a lazy tactic to fill a lesson hour by making them take an exam. No. The evidence was all in the inkwells, quills, and parchment...and whatever that clear liquid was. Whether or not it was an ingredient itself or a completed potion was unknown and he couldn't make anything distinguishing out from where he had set his things down - beside Jillian, who received a hushed 'hey'. Variants on invisible ink, perhaps? Or perhaps magical inks in general? His interest was slightly tickled if for no other reason than, perhaps, unique inks could help with keeping his research private. Greeting his professor with a firm nod of the head and the HINTS of a smile, he settled in and started preparing his space. |
"Hello, Professor," she greeted as she entered the room and took her usual seat towards the middle. Noticing the lack of ingredients filling the usual trays, replaced with paper and quills, Daila was curious. Especially since there were vials of clear liquid alongside. Surely that wasn't Vertiserum? Probably not. But the whole setup was odd. Wait, she hadn't forgotten to study for a test had she...? |
One thing that Alexandre generally associated with potions was mess. Not that potions was supposed to be messy. Actually it was probably quite the opposite. It was just that when he was the one brewing things tended to get a little messy, no matter how hard he tried to be neat and clean and proper. He was like that whenever he helped his mum cook too. It wasn't his fault that things spilled so easily. He always cleaned everything up at the end so that was what was important, right? Right?? Anyway, the cleanliness and emptiness of the classroom currently made him a little nervous. There wasn't even any equipment and stuff set out. Did that mean they weren't brewing today? As he walked in he gave the professor a smile and a "Hello professor" before going to take his seat. Whatever they were doing today he was going to do his best, he really was. |
Gunnar gave the professor a curt nod in greeting as he entered the room, but the lack of supplies gave him a brief moment of pause as he took his usual seat. Were they having an exam today? He had so much going on that it was possible that it slipped his mind, unless Noble was suddenly changing things up in the form of a pop quiz. Little surprised him anymore. He wasn't too bothered by the idea either way though. Potions might not be his best subject, but at least he did well enough on his OWL to continue taking the subject at NEWT level. The 17 year old was confident he'd at least pass a surprise quiz. But he set about getting out his supplies, preparing himself for whatever they'd be doing for class today. |
Six months... That's what Tina kept telling herself. Six more months, and then she'd be done with Hogwarts and Beauxbatons forever! She couldn't wait for summer and more importantly, fall, when she'd be on her way to university. That thought was the only thing that kept her going now that the holidays were over. A part of her didn't want to come back to school after the holidays, especially not after the way Desmarais treated her, but she wasn't one to quit in the home stretch. So she was here and on her way to Potions class. At least it was a subject that interested her. This and Herbology were the two classes she absolutely had to pass to pursue a career in magical toxicology... not that she didn't want to pass her other NEWTs as well. Potions and Herbology were just her top priorities. As such, Tina entered the potions classroom alert and ready to learn. "Hello, Professor Noble," she greeted politely, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. She took her seat at the least crowded table, setting her bag out of the way under her seat. When she looked up, she expected to see the usual trays of potions ingredients on the demonstration desk, but there were none there. Instead, she saw paper, ink, quills, and vials of... some sort of clear substance. She wasn't particularly concerned about the possibility of a pop quiz - she knew she could pass any exam that came up - but her curiosity was piqued by the unusual setup. Maybe there wasn't an exam at all. Maybe they were going to identify the substances in the vials instead. Tina had to admit, that sounded fun! She already had an idea what at least one of the vials contained. |
There was a time when the brightness of the room threw Lucas off completely. It was a LOT different to what the Potions room looked like at Hogwarts, and it was probably because of this that he seemed less than happy about the setup during previous lessons. But today, he didn't even bat an eyelash as he walked into the room. He was still....... not very happy about the long work-benches but something told him that that wasn't going to change. Instead, he just glanced over at the Professor - who always looked angry, did he know? - and gave him a small smile. "Hello, Professor." Hi. His feet steered him towards the emptiest part of the room and took a seat. It was only then that his eyes found the materials at the front of the class and he....... paused. Did they....... did they have a test today? Oh merlin. Oh no oh no. Was it too late to start panicking?? |
If anything was amiss, Cecelia didn't notice, she was WAY too excited. See potions was the REAL deal when it came to being a witch or wizard. You got to MIX stuff and CHOP things and MEASURE and BREW and it was all VERY cool. One wrong move and B O O M, potion explosion. It was the kind of sitting on the edge of your seat situation this first year was all for. "Hello Professor!" The small blonde was cheerful as she made her way to her seat, ready to see what they'd be doing today. Why did some of the others look kind of nervous? Didn't they know this was going to be fun? |
Analiese entered the room quite quietly and greeted Professor Noble. "Good afternoon, professor.", she said, as she took a seat. She had been very silent after her two week suspension in November. She didn't want any more trouble. She had taken to being even more polite to the French students and their teachers. Although she still had the same hate for Desmarais. She didn't show it, though. She nearly got expelled the last time she tried to. Thankfully, one term was already over. She didn't want to be here anymore. Couldn't they have gone to Ilvermorny or somewhere they would've been more welcome? She criticised Headmaster Trent's choice in every way she could without showing it at all. All others could see was her staring out of the window while waiting for class to start. |
Professor Noble was like the EPITOME of professorness, and Phoebe was delighted with his class. Like maybe she'd never been able to crack that tough facade, but she got to pretend it was some great game and she was winning. Always winning. "Good day, Professor!" She eyed the bare desk and minimal supplies. "Are we brewing anything today? Or testing poisons on first years? I volunteer!" |
By now Noble's Resting Boss Face or RBF neither surprised or intimidated by it anymore. He figured it got stuck like that at one point or another. Now that would be something that would be brutal to deal with for your entire life. Walking over to the bench that he had been sitting at this term he got ready to get comfy and cozy for their class. "Morning Professor" he greeted their professor wit ha smile. What in the Potions Lab was this stuff on the table. This was bare bones. He was really hoping that it wasn't going to be a scavenger hunt for the required ingredients for the potion, or a quiz. A quiz wouldn't be terrible, but he was not in the mood for one of those now. He just wanted to make the potion he needed to for the course and maybe get some studying done. |
SPOILER!!: Greetings! With Patrick settled in his seat, it was time to start the lesson. Noble turned to the blackboard, picked up some chalk, and wrote two words as he spoke them aloud: Forensic Potioneering. It was a topic close to his heart, and he was expecting good things today. “What is forensics?” he asked as he looked back over the students. “What can we use it for?” |
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...but maybe she had better not. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered one of the last classes she had taken. What if she said something stupid like that one time in Care of Magical Creatures, and then she lost her house MORE points? Maybe she should play it cool and let the older kids answer first? Bernie contemplated her choices, and slid further down in her seat until she was nearly at the point of falling off it. Finally, she got an idea for how to rephrase her answer, and scooted upright to put up her hand politely. "Forensics has to do with crimes and like, solving them scientifically," she answered when she had been called upon. Her blueish eyes flicked to the board and then back to the professor. "I guess we could use potions to help us scientifically solve wizarding crimes?" Was this answer going too far? How could she stop now? Bernie had not quite learned the art of stopping while she was ahead. "For example, erm, we could use potion that could... pick up on um, wizard DNA left at a crime scene? Like hair? Or spit?" Did wizards even use DNA? Bernie turned red at this sudden new thought. They probably just used spells in the air or something. She was regretting her choice to not just shout MURDER and leave it at that. |
Forensics? That sounded like VERY serious stuff, if you asked Cece. She wasn't EXACTLY sure WHAT the word was all about, but she had a feeling it was going to be complicated. "Bet forensics is science-y, Professor. It sounds like it." Was that a helpful response? "Like, the study of something." That part was helpful, too, surely. And apparently she'd been on the right track, based on Bernie's knowledge. How DID she know that? Cecelia would be seeking out HER expertise on this, did she KNOW? |
Claudine had never revised as fast as she had in that moment. There wasn’t a moment to loose and she didn’t even pay attention to her fellows trickling in. At one point, the poor girl decided that the whole rushing to study wasn’t being helpful at all for one reason: as soon as she hurriedly read some notes, she would forget them. This was because she wasn’t taking time to process the information. With a soft sigh, she gave up. It was at the exact moment that Noble got the lesson started. Forensic Potioneering? It was not a term she was familiar with. All she knew was that it sounded like something rather advanced and technical. Claudine remained silent for these questions. |
With a sigh and his palm hitting his forehead, "Absolutely Professor. Too much studying this week." He got his pen and paper out to try and take down as many notes as were needed for the lesson. He had got to get his life in better order so he quit losing track of time. Forensics? That seemed weird to be talking about in their potions class. But he supposed he shouldn't put anything past Nobel. Although he wasn't sure how exactly they used it in the wizarding world. He supposed they could use potions to get evidence from crimes. "What about using truth serums to investigate crimes" he scratched his neck, "since forensics are using scientific methods for solving a crime." He felt like so many of his classmates were going to give the same answer. |
Ooooooooh, that look. So dark. So grouchy. What a champ. Phoebe grinned hugely at the professor in response and promptly dropped into the nearest seat. What a very good time they were all having here. Phoebe wiggled around as the professor got started, and her hand immediately went into the air. Even before she knew the question or had an answer, that hand was up. "Forensics is crime science! My mum studied forensic potioneering at uni and she uses it to figure out stuff about who committed crimes." |
Oh. He had been wrong. He hated being wrong. Which dictated his disappointment in the topic more so than the topic itself. So the first step was to rid himself of his agitation for his lack of ability in reading the setup. Settling his quill in his hand, the fifth year took to labeling his parchment with 'Forensic Potioneering' and leaned back in his seat a bit. Grandpa had given him and Missa a tour of the Ministry over the summer and they had even been able to peek into the forensic labs of both Magical Law Enforcement and Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Pity the Slytherin's attention had been completely divided and he had paid the areas little to no mind while they were whisked through them and grandpa rubbed elbows with employees while showing off his 'precious pea of a grandson' and his 'lovely as a lily girlfriend'. Those parts he had purposefully tuned out. But mostly his thoughts had been dazed and inebriated thanks to the Liquid Luck he had taken that morning after breakfast. Someone had to make sure that he and Missa's commandeering of grandpa's Pensieve went off without a hitch. But...anyway. Forensic Potioneering. What did he know? Remarkably a fair bit and not just from TV shows and books. So, why not. He supposed he could raise his hand and offer up something for once. "The word itself, forensic, derives from the Latin forēnsis which translates to 'of or before the forum'. This traces back to Roman times where those criminally charged were beseeched to present the case before group of public individuals in the forum. Both the accused and the accuser would give speeches based on their sides of the story, just as we see in the Wizengamot today," he explained casually, almost in the same tone he would were he describing the weather. "This origin illustrates the source of the two modern usages of the word forensic. Once being the form of evidence and the other as a category of public presentation. Though, as my peers have illustrated, it is now mostly associated with forensic science. DNA, toxicology, fingerprints...these sorts of subjects." There were numerous subdivisions within forensics, after all. Though his favorite had always been toxicology. |
Jillian laid her parchment and quill onto the side of the table, regardless if it were needed for today's lesson. She likes being ready... and especially in Potions. From the looks of it maybe they really will have a theory class for today. Guess that's still better than not having Potions class EVER. The horror. She immediately straightened her back when a person sat next to her, glancing at him, she recognized Eiji. Wait. Isn't this the guy that barely talks in class? Mainly because she has not once had a long conversation about anything with him. Anywaaayyy- Jillian gives him a soft smile as she reciprocates his 'hey'. Forensic... Forensic... Jillian was still playing with her thumbs when the professor finally started the lesson. The topic itself was something she knows but not entirely familiar with-- if that made sense at all because not all fifteen year olds touch up on forensics. Or do they? Or in this case, her seatmate. Yeah, what he said. Remarkable that he touched up on most of the general stuff. Bravo. And also, leave some for the professor. "Today Forensics is essential especially with criminology because on most parts it does involve a thorough investigation and research which will be passed on as evidence in the court room. And any evidence collected by the forensic team can be used by both the defense and the prosecution in many court cases" she answered. |
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