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The classroom looks noticeably more cramped than usual when you enter, and it’s soon easy to see why. Where the last row of work benches was usually located had been roped off, covered in a caustic grey sludge, and a lingering smell of rotten eggs in the air. The unpredictable magic had resulted in multiple ruined brews in a previous class, as well as the catastrophic failure of several cauldrons. And, of course, now there seemed to be no magic at all. Still, Noble was one to make the most of things, and given the current situation appeared to be here to stay, he figured it was well worth going off syllabus and taking the teaching opportunity.
So, he’d left the exploded potion mess at the back, cleaning the rest of the classroom and adding extra chairs from the potions laboratory to the remaining workstations. Noble himself was stood at the front of the class, brow furrowed and lost in thought.
It disappointed Claudine that the last of the workstations were roped off. That meant her favourite part of the room was a big no-no. Still, the very last row available wasn't bad enough. "Hello, professor.'' The girl grimaced immediately after for the stench of rotten eggs lurked. It also made her want to gag but she willed herself not to and stepped further into the class. Maybe sitting at the back wasn't a good idea... the stench might be even stronger from the source.
Grudgingly, she opted to take a workstation somewhere in the middle. Not that it helped much.
What happened to the area at the very back, anyway? The part that was roped off? Claudine seemed to be forgetting an awful lot these days.
Noble picked up the quill on his desk, brushing it along his chin a moment, before quickly scribbling some notes down on the side of his lesson plan. He’d always been one for taking notes, but the skill had come in particularly helpful of late. “Hello, Claudine,” he greeted the Slytherin, who’d clearly been dissuaded from her usual seat at the back. Funny, how they didn’t learn they Noble knew to pay most attention to the back.
SPOILER!!: Bernadette
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Bernadette was strangely one of the first kids to Potions today???? Weird... maybe she'd forgotten the time class was supposed to be and had mixed it up with the Transfiguration or something...or worse, what if Potions had already happened and she was just repeating her schedule again?! What a nightmare...guess she'd better check her schedule...
She paused as she came into the room and noticed the MESS and the SMELL back here. "Um, for the record, that wasn't me, sir," Bernie announced loudly before coming up to the front of the room and taking a seat in the second row. "Also, hello, Professor, I hope you're in the right place at the right time like I definitely am." Right?!!? She was just saying this to reassure herself. And also... Bernie wondered as she settled into her seat, why can I see through my legs to the chair right now? WHY AM I TURNING INVISIBLE?
She wasn't especially disturbed by it though. Being invisible would DEFINITELY have its uses.
Not far behind Claudine came Bernadette, though a look of confusion crossed his face, for the moment forgetting about the mess at the back of the room. She hadn’t done what, exactly? Although, given who it was speaking, it was probably best he didn’t know. “I do believe we’re both where we’re supposed to be,” he confirmed with a nod.
SPOILER!!: Naya
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Originally Posted by Daydreamer11
Naya was confused. She thought she was late to Potions when it seemed that she was actually pretty early. She was having a hard time keeping her schedule straight these days. As she entered the classroom, the horrible stench hit her and made her stop in her tracks. How would she possibly tolerate that smell for the entire class? “Hello Professor”, she said as she found at seat at an empty work station.
Would she be considered out of uniform if she reached into her bag and covered her face with a scarf? At least the smell took her mind off of her translucent body and failing memory. Naya got herself ready for class and wondered what they would be brewing with no magic. Just another day at Hogwarts.
And case in point…the next student arrived, though appeared to pause for a doubtful moment in the doorway. “Hello, Naya,” Noble said. “Do come in and get your things sorted.”
SPOILER!!: Isla
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Isla liked Potions. Maybe even loved Potions. There was just something about brewing together her own magic in a cauldron that really pleased her. Well, typically they'd use magic. She wasn't quite sure what they'd do today. She was here, and she was on time. So far, so good.
As soon as she walked into the room, the smell of rotten eggs reached her nose. A look of disgust replaced the previous expression on her face, and she drew in a deep sigh to keep from gagging. "Uhh, good day, Professor?" she greeted, but that came out more as a question than she had intended. Was it a good day? She didn't even know what had happened in here, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. Smelled like somebody had tried to brew a skunk...
Despite things, she couldn't help but crack a small smile when Bernie announced that the smell wasn't her. Isla took a seat near Bernie, and just as she started to say hello, she caught a glance of her arm and noticed how weird it looked. Why could she straight through it? She was starting to get that strange feeling of panic she felt that time she'd seen the flickering ghosts in the Great Hall.
I am not going crazy. I am not going crazy...
“It’s a day,” Noble replied to the Slytherin, who honestly, he couldn’t remember the name of, as she settled in near to Bernadette. “Possibly a good one.” They’d see, in the coming hour or so. Assuming he remembered what happened.
SPOILER!!: Nina
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
It was no secret that Professor Noble wasn't her biggest fan. What was a secret, however, was how much this upset Nina. She had spent hours crying after the dissection lesson from last term, swearing that she would drop the class (she wouldn't). She didn't know what Eiji saw in him. Maybe he liked Noble because they both had the same grumpy expression on their faces all the time. The last time she had purposefully ruined a potion was all the way back in fourth year! Professor Noble was holding an unfair grudge and Nina was absolutely certain that he had it out to get her. That was clearly the only explanation. She was a fantastic student. So.
And while she normally opted not to verbally greet her professors, she always snuck into the potions classroom wordlessly and without making eye contact. Lowering her head as she stepped inside, she made her way for the back work stations (as per usual), immediately stopping as the stench became more and more apparent. Oh my god. Gag. She plugged her nose, immediately upset that she couldn't cast a bubble-head charm to get rid of the G R O S S smell.
And to make matters even BETTER! Her bag was missing. Must have forgotten it in her previous lesson. Fantastic.
Funnily enough, the next student he could remember the name of, even if she tried to avoid his gaze and hide behind her hair. The forever silent and apparently smell-sensitive Nina Castillo. Somehow, he didn’t think this lesson would help her view of his teaching, but oh well. You could never please everyone.
SPOILER!!: Islay
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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime
The stench coming from the back of the potions lab made Islay’s stomach flutter as if she was going to be sick. She was going to be fine. Breathing through her mouth so she could at least handle the scent of the room with a little more ease. “I’m sorry about the state of the room Professor,” she smiled over to the oldest person in the room. She didn’t remember if he was the professor at all, but it was easier to think he was.
Walking further into the room the brunette just glanced around the room for a moment. Taking her bag she moved and found an empty seat and sat down. Placing her bag on the table she began looking through it. She had her box of pens, after all she had never come to enjoy writing with a quill. One glove – one...glove. She shrugged her shoulder and just dumped the contents of her bag onto the work station as she looked through them and organized them.
Pen, quill,...ink...pencils – she opened the little empty pouch she normally kept her pens inside and stuffed them in – taking special care to put the quill back inside of her bag as she wasn’t going to use a quill today. She’d probably come out looking like a Rorschach test. Next, she took out her potions book and notebook and placed them on the table as she had every day. This was now her routine – go through her bag and put away the things she probably wouldn’t need.
Shoving everything she wasn’t going to use back into her bag the Gryffindor looked at the Professor again and questioned if she had greeted him yet. Surely she hadn’t “Hello Professor, are you having a nice day despite the state of the room?” she asked with a kind smile.
State of the room? Noble looked at the next voice, and gave a little shrug. “It could be worse,” he replied. At least only the cauldrons and classroom suffered; the damage could have been much worse. At least, he couldn’t remember having to send any students to the healer.
…and, hadn’t she already asked that? Or was he just having a weird case of déjà vu, maybe? Seemed fitting, with everything else going on.
SPOILER!!: Jina
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Originally Posted by Sunflower
Jina wished she could forget how dreadful her potion brewing was becoming lately. She wished she could blame it all on the unpredictable magic within the school, but she had to admit that it was partly because she kept messing up the procedure. Potions was one of her strongest subjects, so her repeated failure upset her very much. She was terribly worried about NEWT examinations, though she hoped they would be delayed so that she would have more time to prepare. Besides, she had more pressing issues to worry about at the moment, like the fact that all students and staff were becoming translucent. And that they were all locked in the castle and unable to communicate with anyone outside. And ... there were probably some more important things, which she forgot.
"Hello, Professor Noble," she greeted the Potions Master as she entered the classroom. A quick glance at the back of the room reminded her again that her potions skills were deteriorating, though fortunately she had never melted her cauldron, if she remembered correctly. She wondered what they were going to learn today now that they were unable to use magic safely. She blinked a few times, then moved to find a place to sit.
“Hello…” He drifted off, unable to remember her name, until he glanced down at his handwritten attendance register. She was an older student…Ravenclaw…ah, yes. “…Jina.” Notes were good and helpful things, and this was why he encouraged his students to keep diligent lab reports.
SPOILER!!: Noah
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Originally Posted by Stefan
As days pass by, Noah thought things were getting worse, especially his memory. It was like his head was always on a cloud, drifting from one thought to another-- mostly forgetting the mundane, yet important stuff like class schedules. Despite his efforts to remember his schedule for the day by writing everything down on his left arm, he also found himself exhausted from doing his school work twice...even thrice because he kept forgetting he'd already done it. He wasn't like his Ravenclaw twin whom he thought would be more than happy to do her homework more than once just to be sure it's correct and perfect.
Remembering that he still got lessons that day, Noah did a quick change of clothes (because he couldn't remember if he showered that morning), just, so he could keep a decent appearance at the very least. However, he had another scuffle with their malfunctioning common room door upon exit, and his jumper's right sleeve got caught upon its sudden closing. Desperate to reach the dungeons on time, Noah pulled away from the door leaving his sleeve behind.
Now, sporting a missing jumper sleeve, Noah sheepishly and hurriedly shuffled inside the Potion's classroom, only to be taken aback by the rotten smell. The poor boy gagged, but pushed his way inside the room, giving the professor an apologetic look. "Hello, professor..." he mumbled, taking his seat and began to wonder where his book bag was. Noah grunted under his breath, and braced himself for the worst.
As he made himself comfortable in his seat, the Gryffindor suddenly sat right up, feeling the chair way, way too much. Did he...? Did he just forget...???
Noah took his destroyed jumper off and wrapped it around his head in embarrassment, letting his head drop on the table with a dull thud. Of all the things he'd have to forget, it had to be his underpants.
Merlin, help this boy.
Noble did a double take at the next Gryffindor to enter. On any other day, Noah would have sent him back to the tower to change for such disregard for his uniform. Right now, however, it was debatable whether the boy would make it back. Best to keep him here. “Five points from Gryffindor for uniform abuse,” Noble said brusquely. “And maybe take a lab coat,” he further advised. They’d be needing them later in the class anyways.
SPOILER!!: Ewan
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Originally Posted by GD2204
What…was he doing? One moment, he was outside his common room and the next moment, he was breathing in fumes of what appeared to be a grey ooze of sorts with no clue how he had in fact got to the potions lab or how he’d ended up already at a work station alone.
”Uhh…Hi Professor?”, his greeting more of a question that an actual greeting because he really wasn’t sure if he’d said it already or not. Had he talked to anyone else in the class? Rubbing his eyes a little and doing his best to keep his rather large frame to himself due to the cramped circumstances, he just simply sat there, alone, waiting for the lesson to start and please could it start and end ASAP. He wanted to get out of here before he died from breathing in that putrid egg smell too much.
The Ravenclaw prefect was looking a little lost. “Yes, it’s time for potions. Yes, it smells. Yes, you’ll have to share desks a bit more than usual.” Did that help? Oh, and… “Hello, Ewan.”
SPOILER!!: Missa
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Originally Posted by Samia
Missa knew Potions would be a disaster.
She HARDLY ever got things right in potions, it took her immense effort to not suck in this class - but pair this kind of luck with how awful her memory was these days? Potions would be a disaster.
Full of anxiety, the brunette made it to class -- but with a charms book, and transfiguration homework - and very much unaware of it.
"Hello Professor," the ravenclaw prefect smiled Eiji's favorite and before looking around for an empty seat.
Also, noticing that smell and the mess of the back rows, she glanced at the man, "potions experiment gone wrong?"
Hmm…what now? Potions experiment gone whatty? “No, no, you’re right on time. We haven’t started yet.” His gaze soon landed on the Prefect’s desk though. “Not sure that’ll get you very far though.”. He didn’t recognise the textbook, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t the right one. The potions one.
SPOILER!!: Eiji
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Eiji never thought he would see the day where he resented potions...but it had come. The level of waste as a result of Hogwart's current situation was nauseating and the Slytherin was already feeling this effect before he even stepped into the classroom...and then the stench hit him like a ton of bricks. If the smell was not horrendous enough, then seeing the source of it was the last straw. He wanted to vomit. Just LOOK at all that. So many ingredients wasted and perfectly fine cauldrons ruined. If the task of the day from Professor Noble was to clean, Eiji would gladly do it if for no other reason than to salvage the cauldrons. Those brews themselves were hopeless as even his own storage of well documented ingredients he had hand grown and hand selected from the grounds were not reacted as they SHOULD be. So there truly was no way to remedy whatever had gone wrong with those.
Truly. Nauseating. It was as though everything he grew up knowing had been a lie. A bezoar was not a cure all but rather a sheep that baa'd at you and could whistle the alphabet backwards while riding a unicycle.
Nonsensical and infuriating.
"Do you require assistance in cleaning those, professor?" Eiji asked solemnly, his hazel-green eyes gloomily gazing at the messes. To most, this would seem uncharacteristic of the Slytherin - offering help - but Potions and Professor Noble were always the exception.
Also. Know what was still useless and he STILL didn't know why he had one in his pocket? His remembrall. Which was as empty in hue as his thoughts had been that morning when waking up and trying to remember how to tie his house tie...which was in one giant knot around his neck. A literal knot and not one of those fancy Victoria or Four in Hand knots. A literal knot so both strands sort of stuck out to either side sloppily. He had become too frustrated in his continued attempt to deal.
Next in was Eiji, and Noble had a sense of what the Slytherin was probably thinking seeing the mess at the back. “You might want to fix…that.” He gestured around the neck area, and what presumably was supposed to be a tie. Either way, that knot probably wasn’t the safest with it stuck out like that. “And all in good time.”
SPOILER!!: Nem
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Originally Posted by Felixir
These days, Nem was fond of commenting that there seemed little point in going to lessons, because if they did die - and who was to say it wasn't likely, given they were all already being drained of magic, memory, and opacity at a rapid clip - what a drag it would be to spend so much of their remaining time in class. And they couldn't even use magic, which made it worse than pointless. Boring as it was, Nem would rather be idle than muggle.
Whether Nem actually believed they were all going to die or not was neither here nor there, they supposed they'd find out for sure sooner or later, and another pointless thing would be to fret about it. But it was fun to keep mentioning it to the other kids, and where better to do so than in an actual class, where everyone gathered?
Ready to immediately launch into such a lament - doom and gloom mode activated and everything, because it really was a great defence - Nem walked into the Potions classroom... and the thoughts were immediately driven from their mind by that mess. "Gross." Did Noble want them cleaning it or something? "Smells like someone's a bit gassy again today." They said this at the exact moment that they passed Castillo, looked pointedly at her, and gave her a sympathetic sort of smile. Poor dear.
They moved off and found a chair at another workstation which they flopped into, dropping their bag onto the floor beside them. "Sir," was the greeting Noble got.
... wait.
Wasn't there something... they were going to say? What... was it...
Nem briefly narrowed their eyes at nothing in particular while they tried to remember, but a moment later had cast their confusion aside. No point getting all worked up trying to catch that thought again, and anyway, if it came to them once, it would probably occur to them again in the future.
Nem got a Noble eyeroll when they decided to comment like that. “Watch it,” he warned, eye following them to their seat.
SPOILER!!: Heath
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
Between advice from his older siblings and his own experiences, Heath had learned that the only way to survive potions with Noble was to follow all instructions exactly. The problem was that lately he’d been having trouble recalling even the simplest directions! It had gotten so bad that he’d taken to writing everything down, which was the only reason he remembered that he had potions today and what he would need for the lesson. Seriously what was wrong with his memory? He’d never had trouble remembering things before! The stress of… whatever was going on must be getting to him; that was the only explanation that made sense.
The moment he walked into the potions classroom, Heath was hit with a rancid stench that made him want to gag, but he willed himself not to make a dramatic scene about it. Ugh! Where was that smell coming from?! It was only then when he noticed the gray… mess in the back row. Did Professor Noble forget to clean that up or something? Maybe memory loss was affecting the professor too?
“Hello, Professor,” Heath greeted with a polite nod as he passed. As if on autopilot, he started to make his way toward the back but stopped himself just in time. So much for sitting at his usual workstation! Instead, he chose a station toward the middle of the room, not too close to… whatever happened at the back but not close enough to draw attention to himself either.
Noble’s gaze lingered on Nem a moment longer, before moving to the next student. Heath, another one of the displaced students from the back row. Not that he particularly needed to lurk back there. “Hello,” Noble greeted.
SPOILER!!: Catherine
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju
Catherine was far from being remotely amused by everything that had been going on. She didn't care about the strange weather - although it did make her curious, but not curious enough to look into it -, but not going back home for the holidays, and now not being able to remember the simplest things was plenty to make her constantly annoyed.
That was the reason for her frown as she entered the Potions classroom. That, and the stench. Sweet Merlin, that room was in need of some serious cleaning. It wasn't professor Noble's fault, of course. The lack of magic was a pain, especially when it came to cleaning big messes like that. Even her mother used a lot of magic back home to get the whole house clean - and the mess there was even worse than this thanks to her siblings. No, professor Noble was not at fault at all.
It didn't mean she was exactly willing to clean that up herself. That was gross and she wanted to learn to make Potions, not clean a room. She already knew how to do the latter. Ish.
She stared at the roped session for a few seconds before blinking and heading towards the front of the room. Catherine took her usual seat near the wall after nodding to the professor as a greeting and hoped they would at least learn something that will help cover the stench, or get rid of it altogether. Shame it wouldn't involve magic, but maybe that would make it very useful for their current situation, and possibly even for when she went back home.
Well, that was a frown if ever he saw one. “Everything okay, Catherine?” he asked, as she headed to a seat at the side. He knew these were…well, less than ideal circumstances.
SPOILER!!: Noah
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Originally Posted by Watson
Gosh it smelt AWFUL in here. It smelled like sulfur... like the volcanic areas that he and his family had driven past on holiday when they had gone to Yellowstone but worse... The very description of it was hard for Noah to nail down. As soon as he entered the classroom, the boy felt a wave of nausea pass over him. Gross. He took a deep breath through his mouth (not his nose) because hopefully that was better and waited until his senses somewhat adjusted.
The Gryffindor made an effort to secure a seat as far away from the last row as possible which meant he was sitting closer to the front than he would have liked. "Hello Professor," he said, offering a smile. Now... What would they be learning today? He assumed they could probably mix a few things like the muggle kids chemistry set his parents had bought for him and Ewan when they were little.
He noticed Islay with her bag's contents all over the desk. "Whatcha looking for, Is?" he asked, wondering if she forgot something back at the dorm cause he totally understood that feeling. The boy had left his friend's Christmas presents in the boy's dorm not once but three times when he had gone to meet up with his mates.
Hang on a minute…hadn’t Noah already come in once? Had the boy snuck out to rectify his uniform situation, or…?
Oh. Wrong Noah. This was older Noah.
“Hello,” Noble replied, rubbing his face.
SPOILER!!: Juliette
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Originally Posted by iBeJenn
For the life of her, Juliette could not remember the professor's name. She kept rubbing her translucent chin with her matching hand as she walked to the classroom. What she could remember was that potions was cool and she was looking forward to class. As she entered, Juliette raised her hand to greet the professor - or who she assumed was the professor since he was at the front of the classroom - and did a slight head tilt. "Hey Professor." Omitted the name cause... she honestly couldn't remember.
She wrinkled her nose at the smell and wondered who passed some gas cause it staaaaank in here. "It smells like someone tooted," Juliette muttered under her breath as she looked around the room. Where did she normally sit? Couldn't really recall.
She settled for a seat by Bernie. Because that was a familiar face and some familiarity was definitely needed in these times. And if they were all really becoming ghosts like Juliette suspected, why were they even attending classes? This was a wasted opportunity to prank everyone at Hogwarts.
And another Gryffindor, and a glance back down to his register allowed him to deduce that it was in fact Juliette. “Hello,” he replied with a nod.
SPOILER!!: Kimberley
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone
Oh she hoped she was heading to the right class. K was beginning to feel more and more out of it every day. She'd found she was forgetting where she was supposed to be so often, that she actually was starting to study more because of the new excess amount of time she had. Of course this had lead to a couple of missed meals and meet ups with friends, and had also proved entirely useless since she couldn't remember what she had read anyways, but oh well.
For today, she thought she had potions. And judging by the amount of people heading down towards the dungeons, she was correct. Unless she was just following a bunch of Slytherins going back to their common rooms and didn't realize it. But no, nope it was definitely potions. Slipping into the room, she forced a smile in greeting at her Head of House, "Hello Professor Noble" before heading off to find a seat. She started towards the back, but stopped as the stench was continuously getting worse the farther back she went, and decided for the middle instead. Noticing Heath she smiled slightly before slipping into one of the chairs next to him and pulling out all of her necessities for note taking.
“Hello, Kimberley,” Noble said with a nod, as the Hufflepuff made her way to a seat and promptly took at her things. Under the current circumstances, organisation was even more important than ever.
SPOILER!!: Phoebe
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Whew, it smelled HORRIBLE in here. Phoebe pulled the collar of her shirt up over her nose, so she was all eyes and forehead, and looked for a seat as far away from the smelly goop as possible. Small comfort was that Phoebe wasn't herself responsible for this particular mess, at least not that she remembered. She'd know if she'd blown up a classroom, right?
"Hullo, Professor, sir," Phoebe muttered through the cloth of her shirt. "Very nice to see you, and a very pleasant day for a Potions class." Maybe he could give them a bit of peppermint or something to rub under their noses? That would be the nice thing to do.
Did pulling your shirt up like that actually do much? Noble wasn’t convinced. “Hello. And nice to see you too, Phoebe.”
SPOILER!!: Aboli
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Originally Posted by kayquilz
"Elllllllo, Professor Noble," Aboli said almost cheerfully as she entered the dreary, stinky....er, lovely potions lab. "Being translucent suits you, kinda," she said with a headtilt before taking a spot near Noah and Kimmie, doing her best to get on Noble's good side. Professor Grumpy-Gills didn't need anymore reason to be surly todaaaay, oh ho-ho no! The Slytherin couldn't place why she felt chipper, but it might have to do with a particularly solid - ha ha, was anything solid????? these days???? - meditation practice.
So what fabulous magic-less potions would they be making today? Aboli was soooOOooo curious.
Translucent? Noble glanced down at his hand. Oh, so he was. Well…that was something. Still. Nothing to be done about it, so he was going to try and keep some semblance of normality…until normality actually resumed. “Hello, Aboli.”
SPOILER!!: Avalon
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Originally Posted by Fireheart
Avalon had tried to convince herself that today would be a better day. Even though she had Potions, which wasn't one of her favorite classes, she was determined to make the day a little more cheerful. The weird happenings of the past few weeks were starting to take a toll on her, and she was tired of feeling so forgetful and miserable. Unfortunately, her newfound positivity was short-lived. As soon as she entered the Potions classroom, her nose wrinkled in disgust. She frowned at the unsightly sludge coating part of the classroom as she grabbed an empty seat. Avalon gave Professor Noble a polite nod in greeting as she rifled through her materials for class. Hopefully they would not be attempting to make whatever that was in the back that smelled so repulsive.
Avalon was next to enter, albeit quietly. Noble returned that polite nod, not feeling the need to disrupt her as she sorted her things.
SPOILER!!: Jillian
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Originally Posted by hjhm
Jillian was baffled at everything in this classroom right now. She's completely dumbfounded and all she could think of was that this was a big waste of potions. The smell was the last thing that's bothering her really. Tsk. A lot was happening and Jillian was trying to stop stressing too much about it since there is not much she (or anyone) can do anything about it. Potions is the one thing that she doesn't want to be ruined... Guess she spoke too soon.
Her eyes glanced at their Potion's professor and greeted the man "Hello, Professor" oh and also "Professor... if you need help with the cleaning" she continued "I would like to help" she offered before making her way to nearest place to sit.
Another offer for cleaning. Noble appreciated it, but shook his head at the Head Girl for the moment. “Not just yet, Jillian, but thank you.”
SPOILER!!: Cole
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
What was that awful smell? It smelled like rotten, what? Cole couldn't remember exactly but it'd come to him. Like when he had calmed down a bit after the sprint from the astronomy tower down to the potions laboratory. He had thought he had astronomy when he was supposed to have potions. Been super sure of it too. It was weird. Breathing heavily Cole took in the sight of the potions classroom. Sheesh it looked like several potions had exploded in there and the professor hadn't bothered to clean it up, for some reason or was there trouble with the sewage system? He didn't remember messing any potions up lately so Cole was sure it wasn't his mess but his memory wasn't on it's top game lately.
Choosing a seat where the rotten stench wasn't as thick Cole turned his attention up front. "Hello professor! Is there something wrong with the schools sewage system? It smells so gassy gross in here." Sitting down he got his supplies out wondering why he hadn't packed his potions textbook.
Well, sounded like someone had been in a rush to get here. And Noble could see why, when he glanced at the clock. It was a long way to the dungeons from the towers. “Sewage system?” Why…would he know about the school’s sewage system? “Not that I know of.”
SPOILER!!: Flora
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Originally Posted by Destiny
She wasn't going to say it.
Nope, nope, NOPE.
No matter how badly she wanted to, she was not going to mention that she now knew what the Slytherin common room smelled like. Firstly, she was way too close to the Slytherin lair, and figuring the Snakes could do whatever they wanted down there, their territory and all, she wasn't going to risk it. And secondly, if that really was how the common room smelled.. she kind of felt bad.
The smell was TERRIBLE! Why couldn't THIS be the lesson that she forgot to attend, huh? Too late to back out now, though, Flora entered the classroom and took a seat as faaaaaar away from the nasty back row as she could. Could she sit at the Professor's station instead? Probably not.
And speaking of the Professor.. That was him, right? She squinted a little. "Hello, Professor!" She wasn't going to volunteer to clean up like the others. Bunch of weirdos.
Either this first year was really keen, or she was just trying to get as far away from the smell as possible. Or both, he supposed. Shame he couldn’t remember which first year she actually was, and his register wasn’t helping his memory much on this one either. So…just a simple hello in reply it was.
SPOILER!!: Carsyn
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Was it normal to be a nervous wreck when going to potions? Not normally for Carsyn but with the recent changes and the no magic, especially after the cookie baking disaster with Hero, she was a little more anxious than usual. What if she forgot to add a crucial ingredient? What if she didn't stir correctly?
And what in Merlin's name was that AWFUL smell?
"Alright, who let one rip just now?" Carsyn declared looking around for the guilty person(s) and simultaneously an empty seat hopefully not near the gassy individual
He did know who the next person was, which was all the worse for the Gryffindor Prefect. “Five points from Gryffindor,” Noble said, unimpressed. “For raising your voice unnecessarily.”
And having said that, a glance at the clock and his meticulously written out schedule told him it was time to begin. He moved towards the door to shut it, and as was his custom, he clapped his hands together.
“As some of you have spotted…we have a little situation at the back,” he spoke, kicking out the door stop with his foot, and letting the door swing closed. “An unfortunate end to one lesson gives us the opportunity for another.” He headed back to his desk now, hands resting in the small of his back. “So, how might we go about containing and/or cleaning a magical spill?”
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Blake was ready for another potitions lesson. At least he thought he was. He was rather tired ... "Hello Professor" Blake added with a smile, trying his hardest to pick up and being bright eyed and bushy tailed for class.
"Scourgify" Can be used for cleaning, Blake added in answering the professor's question.
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At least with the lesson stating, he knew he was in the right place though he really couldn’t recall getting there or actually sitting down. Scary. Doing his best not to actually freak out, he gave a small smile at the professor as she said hello to him, his only moving from her as she took away 10 points from two Gryffindor students. He did reluctantly grin over at Carsyn though. She did have a point; the place really did smell.
With the Professor asking them their first question though, his attention had been momentarily stolen from the Gryffindor prefect and her fixation on the smell so that he could answer. ”I guess it really depends on the spill Professor. I mean, a little elbow grease and a damp cloth and a little bit of Mrs Skower’s Magical Mess Remover could work as long as it’s not dangerous” although he knew full well that some of the witches and wizards here would be horrified at the thought of that. ”Then again, you could always just vanish the spill too” he added at the end for those who preferred a magical option.
Watch it? Sure. "Keeping 'em peeled, sir." In case someone did a backflip or something. Ha. Here at the possible end of all things, you really had to retain a sense of humour. Not that Noble would know anything about that.
And who could have suspected that a Gryffindor would be as far from subtle as it was possible to get? At that point it was Nem's turn to give an eye roll, which was really very generous of them.
As soon as Noble posed his question, Nem raised a hand. "You don't, you just rope it off and leave it there to use as a learning opportunity." Which some might call laziness, but who were they to judge?
Who indeed.
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Oh, Merlin. Okay...eww. She didn't know what the professor had planned with that smell, but Isla was not cleaning it up. Was that what they were going to do today? Clean up that foul smell muggle style? Isla had helped clean plenty of times at home, but this was just something else entirely. This was the stuff vomit was made of.
She made a face in the general direction of the smell then turned to the professor, slooooooowly raising her hand as she did so. "You mean...how would we clean it up before we lost our magic or afterwards? Because if you're asking how we'd normally get rid of it, I'd say we just vanish whatever that is. There is seriously no hope for that," she said, lowering her hand.
"But if you mean now, with no magic, uhhhh..." She trailed off, wondering if she could just raise her hand and ask to be excused to see the nurse. "...maybe a good broom and a trash can?" She still thought whatever it was stinking over there was hopeless.
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Nina ALMOST screamed at Nemesis Upstead. Emphasis on the almost. Instead, she settled for GLARING at them. If looks could kill, her current one would be lethal. Fortunately Professor Noble was decent enough to tell Nemesis off. It was perhaps the only good thing Professor Noble had ever done for Nina. Seeing as the horrible stench was coming from the back, Nina opted for a workbench away from her usual pick. She sat down just in time to see the show that was Carsyn Rose. Honestly. That received an eye roll.
Of course when it was time for Q&A, Nina chose not to raise her hand. This one was rather simplistic. Obviously one needed to be far more careful in cleaning and containing a magical spill than one would need to be if dealing with something more mundane. That third year (what was his name? … Jake? …. Blair? …. ???) chose the laziest answer, in Nina’s opinion. Scourgify did work, but it was highly unlikely that they would be focusing on the simplest spell for a potions lesson. That and they didn’t have the ability to use their wands so.
Only the answers kept getting worse. Though she did find the humor in Nem’s answer, Nina didn’t so much as let her lip twitch. No. That was the last thing she would allow them. Nemesis Upstead was a nuisance and she would not laugh at their quip even if it were at the expense of Professor Noble. And the other girl. Whatever her name was.
A broom and trash can????? Was she serious? Had the storm effected everyone’s wits as well?
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Awwww man... were they going to be cleaning this mess up? Was this why the professor was asking everyone? Juliette wrinkled her nose at the mere thought of having to clean a magical spell up... without magic. Her wand laid completely useless in her bag. Besides, what if they cleaned up the spill with good old fashioned elbow grease and the potion like... gave them a nasty burn, scar or a third arm? No thanks.
Juliette raised her hand, "You could always ask a house elf kindly to help you clean it up." Even though their magic was wonky, she was sure they were still capable of doing some of the normal stuff they did... like cleaning. They probably wouldn't grow a fifth leg either.
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Eiji followed the Potions Master's indication to his tie...or, well, what was meant to resemble a tie to some degree. "Absolutely, professor," he nodded sheepishly. How could he possibly admit to the man, or anyone, that he had entirely forgotten how to tie his own necktie? He wasn't even sure that he could undo the knot that he had tied prior to showing up. But he would..feign being able to rather than admit defeat. So that was what he was working on while class officially resumed and he understood why Professor Noble had said 'all in due time' at his offer to help clean.
So. Much. Waste. UGH.
The disasters could be odorless and he would still feel like throwing up.
UGH.
UUUUUUUUUGH.
As for methods of cleaning up - which would just produce MORE waste, Eiji considered keeping his mouth shut but in the end raised his hand. He had helped clean up a fair few cooking oil incidents in the kitchen. "Paper towels and corn starch," he offered bitterly while still wrestling with his tie.
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The odor was getting to her so much that Claudine could not focus on observing her classmates like she usually would. She tried to take shallow breaths but a fine lot that helped. All that wound up happening was that she ended up gasping for air. Maybe breathing through her mouth would be better? Maybe. Still, the girl tried it out and for the moment, it worked well.
Until she forgot to use her mouth and began using her nose again.
Sigh.
“Old pieces of cloth?” Claudine suggested uncertainly, a hand half raised in her obvious discomfort. If the spill was magical, it was unlikely that would work, especially if the potion ate through materials or something of the sort.
She glanced at the back of the classroom when the professor mentioned it and noticed that the last row of workstations was roped off. Wait, she had already noticed that when she first entered. Right ... she nodded and listened to the question. Ah, were they discussing how to clean magical spills? That would be a good idea, since none of them could brew potions very well at the moment. They might be able to get rid of the smell in this room too.
"To contain the spill and prevent it from spreading, we can make a dike around it. It's important to make sure that it does not enter drains," she said after raising her hand. She felt confident when she was saying her answer, but when she was done she suddenly felt nervous - she couldn't remember what she said! What exactly was the "it" she was referring to?
Well, sounded like someone had been in a rush to get here. And Noble could see why, when he glanced at the clock. It was a long way to the dungeons from the towers. “Sewage system?” Why…would he know about the school’s sewage system? “Not that I know of.”
And having said that, a glance at the clock and his meticulously written out schedule told him it was time to begin. He moved towards the door to shut it, and as was his custom, he clapped his hands together.
“As some of you have spotted…we have a little situation at the back,” he spoke, kicking out the door stop with his foot, and letting the door swing closed. “An unfortunate end to one lesson gives us the opportunity for another.” He headed back to his desk now, hands resting in the small of his back. “So, how might we go about containing and/or cleaning a magical spill?”
Should he or should he not explain why he went the leap to thinking sewage? Cole decided that it was best not to. Carsyn already got points deducted for Gryffindor and he didn’t want to add to that deduction by angering Professor Noble. Cole almost fell off his chair at the bang the classroom door made when it swung closed. Straightening up in his chair Cole stole a glance over at the roped off spill section in the back before responding thoughtfully to Professor Noble's question. "If we could use magic to clean away the magical spill then i’d suggest using Tergeo. But If we need to do it muggle style then I suppose we need a mop, hot water, protective gloves and some fluid that can decontaminate the spill like say ajax that I’ve heard my grandmas muggle friend uses a lot. Ajax is apparently good against most types of spills, but I don’t know if it’d work on potion spills that are potentially hazardous or toxic."
Islay made a point to give Professor...gas? what was his name again? a kind smile when he said the room could be worse. She knew, somehow, that he probably didn’t like that he couldn’t clean up the mess. As he asked what they could do to clean up the mess she just turned her head to look at the mess.
It smelled gaseous so maybe, just maybe they needed face masks? Looking at it, and squinting she turned her attention to the front of the room once more. Raising her hand she waited to be called on. “If magic were working right now, I would say that Mr. Ryan is right, Scourgify would work, but with magic out of commission here” she looked at the mess “I would say we would need to use personal protective equipment like masks, gloves,...and even as far as full-on hazmat suits depending on what the mess could cause” she gave Professor Noble a kind smile. “we would have to know what was in the spill before we use any chemicals as there could be dangerous side effects, like...if chlorine-based elements or chlorine itself is in the mess and we used bleach we’d have to evacuate the entire school” why yes, this girl knew some dangerous science mixings but that wasn’t...what was she talking about – what did she know? She didn’t even remember.
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Even though she was DISTURBED at seeing through her own legs, the fear passed quickly as Bernie became distracted by those around her; namely, Isla and Juliette. "OHAI," she whispered quickly as a greeting to them BOTH lest she lose Gryffindor MORE house points. HAD THEY SERIOUSLY JUST LOST TEN POINTS?! TEN POINTS FOR WHAT?!!
But then the class was apparently starting???........ Bernie blink-blink-blinked, already forgetting why her housemates had lost points... or really, if any points were lost at all.... So she raised her hand. "To go off what Nem said, I think putting up cones and maybe some of those signs with the dancing guy on them, you know, the 'CUIDADO: PISO MOJADO' signs are helpful, as long as everyone can read French. You can even put the cones down the hallway, sir, so everyone knows to avoid Potions because there's a hazardous spill......" Or just to avoid Potions in general, like she usually did, unless she was forced to be here, or else ended up here on time by accident.
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And class promptly started with Noble addressing the back of the classroom. Ah yes.. Noah surely would have forgotten but the smell of it kept reminding him that it was still there. Kinda handy... He was sure that would only last for a bit before he'd forget and then have to look back to find the mess again... What mess? What was that foul stench in the air?
The boy lifted his nose and cast a gaze of the shoulder. Who did that? Certainly wasn't him.... Or was it?
Ah. The Professor had asked a question. Noah wracked his brains, trying to remember what had been asked. Hearing what the other students offered as answers, he listened before deciding it had to do something with cleaning. Right. "Personal Protective Equipment is a must. I'm with Islay on this one. We need gloves and the appropriate goggles on just in case. May want something in case the liquid gets into our eyes... Like an eye washing station?" Considering that they didn't have magic it was probably to be prepared for any mistake.
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Class was starting and Naya turned her focus to the professor. He had a question for the class, of course and she listened as her classmates gave their answers. Interesting thoughts. She had to smile when Bernie gave her “Cuidado” answer. That made Naya think of home. She was certainly no stranger to Piso Mojado signs.
Trying to get her thoughts back on track, Naya raised her hand to give her opinion on the matter. “I agree that we would need protective equipment, but I would like to know what was spilled before I decided the best way to clean it up.” That was assuming that they were not using magic to clean up the mess. Knowing what was in the potion would help decide the best course of action.
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Some of Aboli's classmates were quite funny. Smart mouths, funny, cunning. Eyeing you, Nem Upstead. Aboli however raised her hand. "Muggle bleach can cure all things. Clean all things I mean. Not cure. I wouldn't use bleach to cure anything...it kind of burns."
It also had a horrid smell, too. Like, really strong, and it made her nostrils flare. "Unless it has urine in it. Bleach shouldn't mix with urine...ever..." apparently. She knew that from having a dog. Thankfully he was all trained now, though, and had been for years.
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Oops! She hadn't meant to be that loud, but unfortunately sometimes one didn't realize how unnecessarily loud they truly were. Flustered for a brief moment because it seemed as if there was no gaseous individual, Carsyn listened as her peers spoke up thoughts on how to clean up a magical spill. Islay and Naya had a point; knowing WHAT you were dealing with could definitely impact what you use to clean it up, of course that would.
But Professor Noble had also talked about how to contain it and that is something that would be uniform no matter what spilled.
"To contain it you want to make sure it can't spread any further.... putting up some sort of barricade, which I'd say not using a textbook or homework assignments is beneficial, if you don't have means of magic to use to prevent the spill would be useful." She could just see one of her classmates now wanting to use a textbook. "But other paper goods such as towels or toilet paper would work fine."
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The smell was incredibly distracting, and Phoebe was having trouble focusing on the professor's question. Had he even asked a question? No, wait, she definitely knew that he had asked a question. About the smell. About the mess and the smell and how to clean it up.
Her classmates had offered pretty good answers, even the ones just about leaving the mess and ignoring it. That was her favorite answer, actually. She pretty much had that philosophy for cleaning up her dorm and keeping her closet organized, actually. Close the door and walk away.
What was that SMELL? Phoebe snapped out of her reverie and noticed the terrible scent that seemed to cling to her skin. Was the professor even NOTICING this? "Professor? Did you know that it stinks in here?"
Was Professor Noble insinuating that they would be cleaning up that mess today? Avalon did not want to clean up some other kid's ruined potions. Sure, she had ruined some potions herself in the past, but they didn't look or smell nearly as bad as that one did. It honestly smelled toxic. She was about to raise her hand to answer the question before she suddenly forgot what Professor Noble was even asking. It took a moment of listening to her classmates' responses before she remembered. Ah, yes. How to clean up potion messes.
"I agree that you need to know what was in the potion before cleaning it up. You wouldn't want to get any adverse effects from it." Or burn yourself or something. Some of those potion ingredients were weird. "There are such things as cleaning potions. Not that we would have any on hand now...." Due to all the weird magic and everything. And could you even use a cleaning potion on another potion? Avalon didn't know. "Maybe you could use the cleaning potion to help?"
Missa STARED at Aboli. Did she just mention bleach and urine in the same sentence? Was she really serious? Missa didn't purposely sort out the young girl, but whenever she opened her mouth - Missa felt the need to TSK at her.
Hoping the professor would say something to her, Missa kept her mouth shut - and instead waited to be told they were cleaning the mess at the back. Because that was definitely where this class was leading.
Couldn't they just sit silently and revise stuff for NEWTs?
Sighing, she waited her turn before speaking up, "It all depends on what kind of spill it is, I mean - bleach or corn starch may not work on everything. Knowing the specifics of the spill may help in figuring out how to counter it"
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Noah could feel his blood boil considering that he made a huge amount of effort to be in Noble's class AND be there on time despite being almost eaten by their common room door. Had he been around the castle lately? The castle's slowly falling apart in his opinion with his everyday bout with the Fat Lady's portrait, and he lost five points when it was not his fault??! The Gryffindor unfurled his destroyed jumper that was wrapped around his head and got himself a lab coat to wear.
Still seeing red, and not being able to protest as class already started, Noah pointedly ignored the question, and instead, thought of something else. One, how to convince his mother that the jumper incident was an accident. Two, hoping that Noble would get a taste of his dilemma.
Soon as the door closed however, Noah's irritation was almost forgotten. How could he not with the stench??! And really, was closing the door necessary? Was the professor out there to suffocate them with someone else's mess? HONESTLY? Thankful for the lab coat, Noah popped up his collar and covered his nose with it. Merlin, can they just get to cleaning already and be done with the day???
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Cecelia's head was hurty from trying to remember what the question had been and it didn't help that her nose was having a VERY adverse reaction to the smell lingering in the air. It was stuck in scrunch mode which only added to the head hurtyness of it all and this was just one big recipe for di-sas-ter.
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Her eyes glanced back before returning to the professor. Bobbing her head lightly "yes" - she somehow could tell that maybe, just maybe they will be cleaning that area in today's class. Although she could still be wrong but either way she is more than willing to help out with cleaning.
Speaking of which, Jillian thought of scourgify as her answer for the professor's first question. Of course she wasn't the only one thinking it and also magic is not really working so any spell right now is null. With all the potions and that smell, she does agree with her other classmates that they need to be wearing protective gear. Gloves, rubber boots and a face mas, maybe add some goggles to protect the eyes.
With her hand raised up she answered "Baking Soda is a really good cleaning agent. It won't scratch or damage most delicate surfaces and it removes smelly odors" which is a big factor right now.
Noble was hardly surprised that scourgify was the first answer; in any other school year, it would have his first choice for cleaning up the mess at the back too. He nodded at Blake. “Yes…the cleaning charm would be a good choice indeed. It should also be used on equipment before brewing, to help in preventing disaster happing in the first place.”
Ewan spoke next, and he too got a nod. It did depend on what you were trying to clean, and Noble hoped to get a little bit into that later. “The vanishing charm is another good magical option, as long as it is carefully and deliberately applied to the mess and not other things around it.” Scourgify tended to be a little safer to use in that regard. “And yes, a brand of Magical Mess Remover may well be appropriate…especially for small applications.” At some point they’d get to brew something similar, but not today.
Noble really did not appreciate Nem’s attitude, and he rolled his eyes. “You might not be so flippant had I not bothered to clean your chair before you sat down,” Noble said. Which, for the record, was exactly what he had done before their class. The mess had previously covered a much bigger surface area, and it was no easy feat to clear it all before class without magic. “Perhaps if you’d rather not have the learning opportunity, you’d rather write an essay on cleaning methods instead?”
Hmph.
Isla pulling faces did nothing for his mood, and Noble grumbled. He’d already covered vanishing, and, although he was hoping to get onto non-magical solutions, her muggle alternative also left a little to be desired. “How are you planning to scoop that into a trash bag?” he asked in response. With her bare hands perhaps?
It was no surprise Nina didn’t say anything…so he moved on to the next raised hand: Juliette. “If you have one to hand, yes, that would be an option.” Funny how they’d started to assume this particular mess, and not just in general, which is what he’d actually asked. Thankfully, Eiji could be relied upon to give a much more practical solution. “Both of which would help with Isla’s problem,” he replied, glancing over to the younger Slytherin. “Cornstarch helping absorb the potion so you can pick it up more easily with the paper towels…or old rags or cloth, as Claudine said. Though I wouldn’t do that with bare hands.” A good answer indeed.
The next answer had Noble momentarily confused, and he looked down at his notes in case he’d had a lapse of memory as to where’d they’d got to. Dikes? It took him a few moments to put together where Jina had been going with her answer. “Preventing overspill into drains can be important, as potions can have some weird effects further down the line if not disposed of properly.” And he could tell a few stories about that from his research days. “So yes, some form of preventing that by digging a channel or building a barrier could be helpful.” The latter of which was what he thought Carsyn was trying to get at. It was a little unclear in the mention of textbooks and homework, frankly.
Back to more expected answers…and Cole gave another useful charm. “Tergeo is particularly good for siphoning,” Noble elaborated, “Which makes it a good choice for things that can be salvaged and reused.” And Cole had made some other good points too, as had Jillian. “A powder cleaner like Ajax or simple baking powder can be helpful…but can often react unpredictably, especially when the mess is acidic or has toxins present.” But it was worth holding on to that thought, whilst he followed up on the point about gloves. Though apparently he didn’t need to, as Islay and Noah had it covered. “Yes, and yes,” Noble agreed with a nod. “Personal protective equipment is always a must when working on an unknown spillage. At least gloves, safety specs and a lab coat…but possibly more. It’s also good to have things around in case something does go wrong…an eye wash is a good example. As might be a variety of antidotes.”
And of all the people to come up with another safety suggestion, it was Bernadette. Well, of sorts. “Spanish,” he corrected, lip twitching. That…was definitely not French. “But you can get ones written in English too.” Which would make much more sense, given they were in an English-speaking country. “And generally it’s best to not overspread them otherwise people might choose to ignore the signs altogether and think they’re fake.”
And, moving swiftly on to Naya and Missa…who both had a very sensible suggestion indeed. “This is so very, very important. Anything you know about the spillage…or can test and find out, will help you in clearing it up.”
Shame Aboli’s answer was…less helpful. “On the contrary,” Noble replied, though it was unclear whether he was responding to curing, cleaning or both. “Bleach is an easy way to wreck many things. Especially fabric items, where it can very rapidly remove the colour. It is also an irritant, and can have unexpected reactions.” An expected reaction? That of Pheobe James. Noble sighed. “I am, indeed. You’ll get used to it soon enough.” Or they could continue covering their noses, like Noah was now doing too. And cue another sigh at Cecilia’s answer. “Paying an expert isn’t a bad idea…but I’m interested in what you think that expert might do.”
Probably the person who’d got closest to where they where headed though, other than Eiji’s cornstarch answer earlier, was Avalon, and her mention of cleaning potions. Really, had she and whatshisface Prefect thought to mention them…or had he forgotten some of them? Still, he nodded. “Yes…cleaning potions. And thankfully, not all of them need to be activated with magic…like the one we’ll be doing today.” He glanced down at his lesson plan…noting that they’d already covered a good chunk of what he’d been planning to ask about next.
“So yes…what do you use when you need to clean an unknown spill without magic? An absorbent potion, which makes it both easier to scoop up the mess, and helps neutralise anything toxic. For the first purpose, we can use a mix of agar jelly and sawdust…and for the latter, powdered silver. To hold it altogether, we’ll also need flobberworm mucus.” Usually he’d take them through a potion step-by-step, and whilst he would still be demonstrating today, he figured with the memory issues, it’d be easier to just have everything on the board all at once. He picked up his chalk and lesson plan and headed over the blackboard…only to flip it over and see the instructions already there.
Well then. Guess he’d done that earlier. He referred back to his notes, checking if there was anything else he wanted to add. “Please use a wooden spill to light your burner from the one at the front, since incendio is useless right now. If you have any questions, please ask. Otherwise, you may begin.”
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Oh wow, Bernie got a question RIGHT!? There really was a first time for everything! Minus her limited knowledge of French, which clearly she still did not understand.
So. Uhhh onto the potion, then. Was this class REALLY potions or was it more like Wizard Cooking now? Either way, she could dig it, since there were only a few ingredients and a few steps. Even Phoebe would probably not mess this one up.
"Dooooodododoo," the third year hummed to herself, trying not to make a mess as she went about getting all the things ready. She went up and got a thingy to light her burner with, tempted to skip ALL THE WAY to her seat with it, but then she caught another whiff of the SCENT at the back of the room and slowed down and wrinkled her nose. "EW."
Uhhh what was next? Thank Merlin that Noble had put the directions on the board, because she'd forgotten to write them down. "Sawdust, silver powerd, flobber-- WAIT, flobberworm mucus comes next, not sawdust." She hurried up and lit her burner and then measured out the flobberworm goop so it could start heating.
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