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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.
Islay had been PROUD of herself when Professr...some type of gas had commented that she and Noah had gotten it right. PERSONAL PROTTECTIVE...things whatever it was. Looking at the instructions she stared took a pen and wrote it on the flesh of her arm. LIGHT BURNER AT SPILL – blink...she could do this. Standing she took her burner walked up to the spill and lit it – saying indencio as she did for good measure just because burners and fire and the comedy of it all. She walked back to her work station and set it under her cauldron – her burner was liiiiiiiit lit lit lit, and it looked pretty. She didn’t want to touch it. “don’t touch the burner” she said out loud as she looked at the instructions and dumped ALL 250 milligrams of the flobberworm mucus into her cauldron.
“oh this is slimy” she muttered and as she took cleaning solution from her bag and proceeded to clean her tools. Had she cleaned her cauldron? She couldn’t tell but she could do this. She stirred in the agar jelly and waited for it so d-something...dissipate? decongest. She didn’t remember. It was a word. Still she took a minute to watch it dissolve – oh that was the word as she moved on to dump in the next ingredient. Looking up at the board and at her hand she kept marking down what she had done.
Muscus. Jelly.
Mucus...not muscus....what even is muscus? Wait where was she step one or step four? PANIC her chest tightened and she looked. Mucus. Jelly. SILVER SHE NEEDED THE SILVER AND DUST. She tipped in the sawdust and the silver powder and shut off her burner letting it cool down.
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Well…this was going about as well as he should have expected really. Four simple ingredients, needing very little doing to them compared to many of the potions they covered on the syllabus, and yet chaos had quickly ensued.
Things had started quietly enough, giving Noble the opportunity to make his own potion as a demonstration. He lit the burner under his cauldron and measured out the flobberworm mucus, ticking off the steps as done on his parchment as he proceeded. As others were quickly following suit, with Bernadette, Eiji, Claudine and Isla all safely retrieving their flame to start their own burners…though Isla had taken a bit of a detour to do so. “You can close the air hole a little on your burner,” Noble commented to a frustrated looking Ewan. “That’ll reduce the temperature of the flame some, and give you a bit more working time whilst the agar dissolves. Though Claudine…yours is a little too small.” And talking of the agar…didn’t he need to do something with his too? If he did, it was quickly forgotten, as Phoebe scurried past and exclaimed something about noodles. He could fancy some noodles for dinner, honestly. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d a had a good bowl full. Maybe when he’d visited Tuscany over the summer.
Those thoughts were interrupted by a question from Aboli – a question which was somewhat impudent, and as a result, he could hardly fault Eiji’s answer. “I hardly count five steps – one of which is lighting your cauldron, and another is leaving it to cool – as hard work, Aboli,…and if you believe that to be the case, I would strongly suggest you consider whether Potions is worthy of your time past this year.” If the girl had a complex about hard graft, she wouldn’t go far at all in his NEWTs classes. “Regardless, there is no such thing as a Muggle equivalent when it comes to dealing with a magical spill of unknown origin.” How could there be, with the Statute in place? There were certainly things with a similar purpose, but nothing with the same effect that could be bought off a muggle shelf. “Though this is a basic example, with no magical activation required, it is still imbued with magic because of the flobberworm mucus, which helps the neutralisation powers of the silver.” Had that answered the question? He hoped so…because he couldn’t place the rest of it.
Whether he had answered the question or not, other voices saw fit to chime in. “That’s enough, Bernadette,” Noble said sharply, enough to suggest that the next step would be points being taken. The Gryffindor’s words were unnecessary, and only feeding the situation. “You too, Claudine.” The Slytherin did not need to assume to speak for anyone else. Because clearly, Aboli herself didn’t know when to shut up. “Perhaps you should start focusing on your own cauldron, and not somebody’s elses.” Noble said pointedly. Though it probably wouldn’t be a bad thing for Missa to help with Eiji’s tie. At least Eiji had had the sense to tuck it away so it couldn’t be a fire hazard though.
Grumble. He was so done with being cut off from the outside world, and the lack of magic. He needed a vacation already.
Now…where had he got to with his potion? He glanced to his notes, and double checked the contents of the cauldron, before adding the agar. As he let it dissolve, he glanced around to the others in the classroom. Naya was calm and focused, with decent looking results…and Isla, Avalon, Heath, Noah and Islay had all successfully reached the same point as him. Noble appreciated their patience in less than ideal circumstances. “Never just stick your finger into a hot cauldron, Carsyn…” Noble said, spotting the Prefect doing exactly that. “If you’re unsure of the temperature, you can hover the palm of your hand just above the liquid to gauge how hot it is…or even better, go get a thermometer.” Really, she was a sixth year. She should know better…as should Nettie, who was waving a flaming spill around rather than just carefully blowing it and pressing it out on a heatproof tile. Thankfully the flame only got dropped on the stone floor, and not somewhere which could catch aflame.
…what was Nem doing, just loitering holding the live flame like that? Noble grumbled, though was soon distracted by Cole’s question. Pink? “The flobberworm mucus? No, it’s too hot if it gets pink. It should be translucent white, turning clear as the agar dissolves.” Which his now was, so he added the final two ingredients and turned off the heat. Since others were at the same point, now was probably good time to go through the next steps.
“When your potion has cooled, you’ll want to get your glass rod, and give it a light stir. It should break up into moist-looking granules.” He scanned his desk for a moment, before finally spotting the jar he was looking for, and opening it to reveal a batch he'd made previously. He used a clean spoon to scoop some of the granules up to show them the right consistency. “Once you have those…it’s time to see them in action.” He checked his notes, before heading to his second blackboard – the one that didn’t have the potion recipe on. He flipped it over…only to find it blank. Apparently he’d forgotten to write the instructions up earlier.
No matter, he could do it as he spoke.
“First you’ll need to don your personal protective equipment as – “ somebody “as, er, mentioned earlier. That means goggles, gloves and lab coat.” How handy Noah already had his on! “Then you’ll need to spread a generous layer, about an inch or so, of your granules over the spill and leave it to sit for at least five minutes to work. You’re each to work on a small patch of the mess at the back. Desk, chair or floor, your choice.” He continued to write the instructions on the board – those first two points should be enough to be getting on with, right?
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Using the granules
The absorbent granules neutralise the sludge and make it possible to clean up without a wand. Everyone should work on a small patch.
1) Put on PPE - dragon hide gloves, goggles, lab coat.
2) Spread a thick layer of granules (at least an inch deep) over the sludge, wait 5 minutes for them to work.
3) Scoop the granules (which have swollen and now look like jelly) up, and put in a trash bag.
4) Wash down surfaces down manually with water and soap.
5) Dry surfaces with a towel.
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ALRIGHT FINE, Bernie knew when to shut up. She was S H U T T I N G U P... now. She respected Noble enough to take cues from him, ooookay. Not Becky's brother, though. She could still roll her eyes at the back of his head all she wanted to. THE BOYS IN THIS CLASS WERE MEAN. Professor included. Aboli had just had a QUESTION was all.
The girl hmmph'd in a way that blew her fringe out of her face and hurried up to add the sawdust and silver powder into her potion. She turned off the heat, or at least she THOUGHT that's what she was supposed to do, and glanced toward the next instructions.
GROAAAAAAAAAN. They had to suit up in all this PPE?!? "Are we really---" she started to protest, then remembered the warning from the professor and just groaned LOUDER. Well. Her potion wasn't cooled and looking like granules yet, so she supposed she really had no choice but to put on all this HOT and UGLY lab stuff.
Bernie snapped her goggles on first, and then the coat, and then the gloves last. Obviously the gloves had to go last or how else would she button up the coat?!
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Cole waited for an answer, trying not to panic, watching his flobberworm mucus with eagle-eyed attention. When was the the right time to put in the agar jelly? How was he supposed to know? Had he forgotten some instruction or just not heard it? He had thrown distracted glances over at Naya. Luckily Professor Noble then answered him, saving him from agonizing any longer. "Thanks professor. I just didn’t want to accidentally make my flobberworms explode or something." Looking down into his cauldron at the mucus that was some sort of white Cole quickly stirred in the agar jelly with a steady handed spoon and waited for it to dissolve fully into a clear shade. When it had to Cole’s best judgement,he added in the sawdust and silver powder, double checking the amounts before he turned off the heat to leave it to cool.
He was taking up his glass rod for use in a few minutes as they got their new set of instructions. Cole immediate reaction to the need for protective gear was that they we’re all going to be spilling sweat before this lesson was over. The goggles would make them look like hot racoons too. Estimating that his cauldron had cooled, he put the glass rod in and gave the mix a light stir. The bits of granules didn’t look very appetizing Cole thought. Donning on the coat first and then the goggles and lastly the protective gloves he really felt like something out of a fiction novel. No matter though he had a task to perform. Lifting up his cauldron and taking along a spoon too he went over to one of the desks in the back, where the smell still laid thick. He was thankful for the goggles, but Cole feared that he’d still feel sick in a moment. Using the spoon he lifted up the granules from the cauldron and down over the icky sludge in a think layer. Taking a step back, he waited for a reaction.
An absorbent potion, okay cool cool. Jina copied down the ingredients and recipe into her notebook so that she would remember to complete each step in the correct order. Her hair already tied into a ponytail, she used a wooden spill to carefully light her Bunsen burner and controlled the air hole to keep it at low heat. First step, done!
Next, she measured out 2500mL - wait, two and a half litres of flobberworm mucus? That's ... insane. Bewildered, she looked up at the blackboard and realised that she had copied the quantity wrong. She sighed in relief and embarrassment, fixed the error in her notes and measured out the correct amount of mucus, which she added into the cauldron. She drew a big tick next to the second step to remind herself where she was in the recipe.
So now she had to stir in 50g of agar jelly. She decided to measure out all the other ingredients together for convenience. 250g of sawdust, 5g of silver powder, and of course the agar. When she was back in front of her cauldron with the three new ingredients, she stared at each of them to try to remember which one she had to add first. Um, notes notes notes, oh yeah agar jelly. This went into the cauldron and she stirred the mixture with a glass rod until it appeared to have dissolved fully. Sawdust and silver powder were added next. She glanced at her notebook, turned off the burner and put a tick next to the final three steps.
When the potion had cooled, Jina picked up her glass rod again stirred it lightly. Yes, it was breaking up into granules! It seemed like she was finally doing things right again in this subject. She was ready to test the potion for ... what was this for, again? Her eyes darted to the board. Cleaning up spills, right. Her memory was still far from perfect, or even normal. Forgetting to copy the next set of instructions down, she moved straight to put on a school lab coat, as well as her own personal gloves and goggles. Good thing she remembered to bring her materials.
She inched towards the back of the classroom with her cauldron and chose a patch of spill on a desk. Frowning slightly at the odour, she scooped up the granules using a clean spatula and spread it over the sludge. Suddenly, she gasped - did she have to measure out a certain mass of granules first? She looked up at the board, holding her breath. Thank goodness, it just said "a thick layer". She smiled and continued to transfer the granules onto the spill. When she had a sufficiently thick layer, she put down the spatula and checked her watch. 5 minutes of waiting starts now!
While waiting, she headed back to her workstation to take a trash bag and clean the equipments she used. This is one good habit she developed from years of potion brewing. She returned to the back and with some difficulty, located the patch of mess she was working on. She checked her watch, but forgot when she had begun the five minutes of waiting. Uh oh. Pretending not to be panicking, she reread the instructions. The granules were indeed swollen, so perhaps that meant five minutes had already passed. She scooped up some granules cautiously. The space which was previously covered with magical spill was now clean! Pleased with herself, she scooped up the remaining granules using her spatula and put them into the trash bag.
The final steps were easy, especially for muggle-born students like her who were used to cleaning things without magic. She washed and dried the desk thoroughly. It looked much cleaner now, and the foul smell was gone!
Aboli had always thought Professor Noble was a bit mean, and it was part of his charm for her. Even his attitude in his answer towards her got a smirk from the Slytherin. "Oh, professor, I really can't wait to be in your NEWT level class. I love proving adults wrong," she said simply. "You shall seeeeee, Professor Noble!" Mhmmm! Eiji got another GLARE from Aboli before she turned back to her own cauldron. Throw in a glare at Missa too, honestly.
She caught Noah's eye and smiled. While she had...not spoken to him much lately, she could see the concern in his eyes. "I'm fine," she muttered to him. "We should....catch up soon, yeah?" When she wasn't feeling so askdhwuihdiuwehfiuwehf yeah?
AND BACK TO HER POTION because she had just overheard Noble saying not to let the mucus get pink...and so....yeah, she waited for it to turn clear (like THEM yeah?) and gave a bit of a stir before moving on. What was next? What was she doing? Right.
Potion making.
She stirred in the jelly, glad that things had gone quiet once more. She added the sawdust and silver. Once it cooled, she'd be able to tell, yes? Aboli also began to wonder if Professor Noble hated ALL questions, or if he just hated questions from his non-favorite students. Every professor had favorites, she was sure, and she wasn't one of his. Hmm. It was something to observe for in future potions classes.
While she waited for her potion to cool, she drummed her fingers on her tabletop and watched those around her. She'd grab her gloves in a second and work on some of that...nasty sludge in the back of the room.
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Ugh. Morgan just knew that when Noble started asking about how to clean up potion spills that they'd end up cleaning that stinky mess at the back of the room. And now they were making what he was sure was a muggle potion since there wasn't any magic working. But he supposed it was better than a theoretical lesson where they had to do a lot of reading and writing.
He was glad that the instructions were on the board because after he used the wooden stick thing to transfer flame to his own burner, he kept forgetting what he was doing. At least the were only a few steps and it wasn't too hard to figure out where he was, even if he had to pause to remember.
Once his potion was finished - and he was pretty sure he had done it correctly, since there were no random ingredients left at his station! - he gave it a stir as instructed. Except... the consistency wasn't quite the moist-looking granules it was supposed to be. It was more like molasses. Oh well.
Morgan eagerly donned the lab coat and goggles, then put on the gloves. "Like mad scientists, amiright?" he said to no one in particular as he watched everyone in their PPE.
.......what were they supposed to be doing again?
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Her flame was too small? Claudine threw Noble a look of dismay before hurrying to remedy the issue. For guidance, she glanced around at the other students’ flames, mainly the older students. Did this mean that her creation would be affected? She stared down at the now slightly larger flame and hoped to Merlin’s good graces that she didn’t have to do this all over again.
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Claudine did not care one bit that Eiji had ignored her; she usually liked it best when others ignored her. But why was Noble so cranky about it? Was it a crime to speak up for someone who was on the receiving end of rude words or a rude attitude? Apparently Noble was in support of this sort of behaviour. Claudine pegged it to the man’s old age as being the cause- his memory was lapsing. Anyway, she was going to resume her usual demeanor of being the silent type.
While waiting for the potion to cool, the Snakette retrieved the glass stir. She waited a few more minutes before stirring. Uh… sure enough, it broke into granules but they weren’t that moist looking. Not all of the granules looked that way at least; some were dry- looking. Darn it. This possibly had something to do with the way she had heated the ingredients earlier. Whatever. It was too late to fix that now.
All the necessary protective gear was put on then some of her granules were scooped into a container to take over to the mess. Claudine tried desperately to scoop as much of the moist looking granules as possible. Merlin knew what a tedious task that was. She opted for a desk, and moved over to it to spread the granules on part of the top as consistently as she could using the one inch level measurement.
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Phoebe was having trouble keeping up with the change of momentum, even with new instructions up on the board, but even she could see her classmates playing dress-up with gloves and masks and coats. It was easy enough to follow suit, slipping on her own PPE and playing mad scientist. Creeeeeeepy scientist.
No. They were spreading the noodle goop from their cooking pots onto... MERLIN what was that mess in the back of the classroom? Phoebe hurriedly grabbed up her cauldron, balancing it on her hip until she could pitch the contents on one of the creeping edges of mess. Did she make this mess?
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As soon as Professor Noble spoke, Heath realized how smart he’d been not to tell off that Gryffindor girl (Bernie), though at the moment, he couldn’t recall what she’d done to make him so angry. Oh, right… laughter at another’s expense, the one thing that never failed to set him off. But it didn’t matter now.
He turned his attention back to his potion. So what was the next step? He looked at his notes, then the board. Stir in agar jelly? Wait, didn’t he already do that? He peered inside his cauldron. Since the contents weren’t turning clear, he was going to take that as an indication that he hadn’t added the jelly. How much was he supposed to add? 30g? He checked the directions again. No, 50g! Ugh, these memory problems were getting really frustrating! He quickly measured the jelly and added to the cauldron before he could forget the quantity again.
Heath kept his eyes on the cauldron as he stirred, watching as the potion gradually turned clear. So when it turned completely clear, that meant all the jelly had dissolved, right? Now what? He checked his notes, cross referencing them with the board. Silver powder and sawdust - or was it sawdust first and then silver powder. He was going to go with the latter, since that was the order the ingredients were listed in the directions. He measured out 250g of sawdust and 5g of silver powder, checking and double checking to make sure he hadn’t mixed up the measurements before adding both ingredients to the potion.
As Heath waited for his potion to cool, he got the strangest feeling that there was something else he was supposed to do, but what was it? He completed all the steps in the potion, didn’t he? Just in case, he looked at the board, and he saw another set of instructions. When did that get there? Did he just totally zone out while Professor Noble went over how to use the granules? No, it wasn’t like him to not pay attention; more likely he forgot the directions seconds after hearing them!
Wasting no more time, he put on a lab coat, goggles, and gloves, and by the time he finished doing that, his potion had cooled. He gave it a light stir with his glass rod, watching it break up into granules. Now it was time to put it to use! He scooped up the granules and made his way to the back of the room, taking extra care not to spill his scoop along the way. He spread a generous layer of the substance on the nearest desk and waited for it to swell and turn jelly-like. Any time now...
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Islay looked at the new instructions that Professor Noble wrote down and nodded. Taking one of her wet makeup removing wipes from her bag she cleaned off her arm, stuffing the used wipe into a pocket of her bag. She’d throw it away later, maybe. With the ink off of her arm she grabbed her personal protective gear and started pulling on.
She grabbed her dragon hide glove and pulled it on before pulling her lab coat on. Now, something else. Tapping her head she felt for goggles and couldn’t find them, so quickly she grabbed then and secured them. Tightening the strap when needed.
She probably would have red welts around her eyes from the goggles, but that was better than needing to use an eyewash station. Okay, she could do this. Taking her glass rod she gave the potion mixture a little stir breaking up the potion into granules – immediately she took the time to clean the rod before putting it back into her kit. It was then that she made her way to the spill in the back of the room...wait – granules. She returned to her work table and carefully scooped up some of the granules before walking carefully over to the back of the room once more.
She spread the granules in a thick layer over a patch of the mess. Her patch, not far from Heathcliffs. “You seem to be doing a good job Jones,” she smiled as she made sure her concoction was at least an inch deep...whatever that was. She stood there, leaning against the clean tables behind her as she watched the sludge for five minutes. Her patch looked different now – the granules having swollen as they absorbed the sludge. Scooping it up once more she took the jelly-like granules up and carried them to a nearby trashbag and deposited it in the bag. Really, she thought that something more durable than a trashbag could be useful here – like one of those hazmat biowaste things her dad had had sitting around the distillery as she grew up. Okay, she could do this. Spreading soap on the table’s surface she began to manually clean the mess with a sponge – scrubbing away all of the sticky remains before rising it off once more. Taking a towel she dried the surface and grinned.
Should she go again? Clean another section?
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The minutes ticked by but Claudine wasn’t really watching her granules do their thing. No, she was fixated on the other students’ concoction. Most seemed to be working for the granules were swollen. She was almost afraid to look at hers because while the method to making this concoction had been simpler than most potions, she may have failed a bit with the heating earlier. Finally, when there was about fifteen seconds left, she chanced a look at her own granules.
The girl was surprised. The majority of them were swollen and jelly-like.. Talk about her being relieved. Trash bag in on hand, she began to scoop the granules into it. Once they were removed, she wasn’t surprised to see that some of the original mess still remained; this would explain why only the majority of her granules were swollen as opposed to all of them.
Oh well.
Claudine knotted the bag, set it aside then proceeded to finish cleaning her patch of surface with soap and water as instructed. Naturally, there was a bit of scrubbing involved to remove the leftover mess...
Post-eyeroll, Nem had indeed located the right workstation and lit their burner, then shaken out the spill to extinguish it. They didn't bother double checking they had the right ingredients and measurements prepared and ready to go; Nem was struggling to remember things at times, but still trusted their ability to measure out five grams of silver powder instead of fifty grams of powdered snake fang or whatever.
The flobberworm mucus went into the cauldron, and the cauldron placed over the burner, to heat. Once that was going, Nem dropped the agar jelly in from its beaker, and got to stirring it in. As it was not a case of the jelly instantly dissolving, Nem took this opportunity to look up and around the room. As much as they wanted lessons to be cancelled entirely until magic was working again - this being a school of witchcraft and wizardry and all - at least here in Potions it was almost business as usual. Only Nem's standards were high at the best of times, and stuff like this had never been stimulating to them. And wasn't that really the whole point of... well, everything?
Eventually, Nem looked back down again, to find that the agar jelly had completely dissolved. When? Not sure. Hard to remember exactly how long it had been since they looked up and started entertaining their thoughts. They only knew they'd just completed step three because it was the only step that required stirring. According to the board, it was just a case of throwing in the sawdust and silver and waiting. Nem made sure to write down a note too - step four already completed - for the sake of practicality.
At Ignoble's - ha, geddit - instruction, when the mixture cooled, Nem gave it a stir with a glass rod, watching it break up into granules (which was actually sort of satisfying in a weird, not really satisfying way). And then... gross. Actual cleaning, like house elves. Or muggles. Nem made a face before they set about putting on their protective gear, obediently following the first step of instructions. They took their sweet time; you never could be too careful, after all.
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Avalon was getting impatient. In order to avoid burning her flobberworm mucus, she had attempted to keep her flame quite small. But that meant it was taking twice as long to heat her cauldron. Most of her classmates were already donning their goggles and gloves. She nervously hovered her hand over the cauldron, waiting for it to give off just the right amount of heat. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she added the jelly, stirring until it turned clear. Thank Merlin, it didn't turn some weird color. So far so good. After Avalon added the sawdust and silver powder (which she had to refer to the board again for the measurements, since she kept forgetting), she extinguished the flame. Now she just had to wait a little longer for it to cool.
She looked around the classroom, watching her classmates as they started testing their potions. It didn't seem like anyone had messed up too badly. Which was both good and bad. Good, because there weren't any more nasty smells. But bad, because it would be even more embarrassing if her potion didn't work.
The Ravenclaw mentally braced herself for facing the spill as she pulled on her coat, gloves, and goggles. She did not want to step anywhere near it, and she was suddenly regretting the fact that was wearing a nice pair of shoes today. With a sigh, Avalon used the rod to stir the potion, relieved to see that it broke up into granules like Professor Noble said. She settled for a ruined chair toward the edge of the mess - not wanting to step on the potion-ridden floor - and spread a generous layer of the granules onto it. And now to wait. How many minutes? Avalon forgot already. Merlin, she just had to remember not to breathe through her nose.
Aboli acquired the goggles and a lab coat, feeling all professional and mad-sciencey. Hands on her hips, the Slytherin glanced around the room for a second. Everyone was doing their own thing, working on their potions and on different steps in the process. It was cool to witness. It was one of her favorite parts of potions...watching who thrived and who failed. Hehe.
SHE was not going to fail.
Wait, what was she doing again?
...potions. She was clearly in potions class, going off of context clues, so she must be in the middle of making one. She had on her coat and goggles and gloves...so, squinting at the board, she just kind of GUESSED where she was at in the process. Blasted memory thing! Now she really knew what it felt like to be Dory, the forgetful fish from Nemo.
She took her cooled potion, cauldron and all, and went to pour some of it on top of the gross sludge. Ugh. It made her nose positively WRINKLE.
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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.
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.
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.”
“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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.”
Nem got a Noble eyeroll when they decided to comment like that. “Watch it,” he warned, eye following them to their seat.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
Did pulling your shirt up like that actually do much? Noble wasn’t convinced. “Hello. And nice to see you too, Phoebe.”
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.”
Avalon was next to enter, albeit quietly. Noble returned that polite nod, not feeling the need to disrupt her as she sorted her things.
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.”
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.”
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.
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?”
Vivienne was excited to learn. Potions. And it started the lesson.
She peeked to the back to see what the sitch was. A new beginning. The professor also looked really weird.
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As she followed along with the professor, Isla took her glass rod and gave her potion a light stir. With that done, Isla started putting on the protective equipment--goggles, gloves, and lab coat. Things were moving along faster now. Step one of the newly posted instructions was already done.
Isla looked into her cauldron and studied the little granules. So those little things were the trick, hmm? Okay, then! Time to get to cleaning...although, she was really disgusted at the very thought of it. Regardless, she took a spoon and lifted up some of the granules from the cauldron. She carefully took them over to the mess pile then searched for a spot that still needed cleaning. There were quite a few of them (as in, a LOT) that still needed a little care and attention. She wasn't going to clean all of them, so she just chose a spot at random. She spread a thick layer of the granules over the sludge then stood back to watch the magic work.
Well, not the magic, but...the ability of her potion to clean up the mess, so to speak.
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Carsyn's finger was back in the cauldron when she yanked it out quite suddenly at the scolding from Professor Noble. Wait. What. Her finger was in the hot cauldron?? Honestly, Carsyn wouldn't normally do such a thing and the sixth year was struck dumb for a moment at her idiocy before she glanced at the board and then again at her cauldron. Where was she now? Oh, agar jelly. Had she added it already? She honestly couldn't remember, so in went 50 grams more of agar jelly powder.
Taking a glass rod this time, she gave it a stir and then added the saw dust and silver powder. Turning off the heat, she let it sit while she went to get her goggles, gloves and a lab coat. Giving the granules another stir with the glass rod which had too much agar jelly, oops?, Carsyn then took her cauldron over towards the sludge, wishing she had nose plugs too. She took a scoop and scooped it onto the sludge that hadn't been touched by her classmates yet, spreading it carefully over the sludge. And waited.
Was it time yet? It felt like it was time? How did one know when it was done? Close enough.... Carsyn scooped the granules back up and into a trash bag.
Squirting some soap onto her gloved hands and wetting them to lather them, she went over to scrub the area she'd cleared sludge away from and then went to get a towel to dry the area. Sooo with all her classmates, they each just had do one area, yes? Or was she meant to repeat these steps? Was this clean enough? Wasn't there a better way?
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Festing. Eiji Rasting was festering and trying not to think about things he could do that he may regret considering they were all STUCK here indefinitely. Which only caused him to fester more and want to throw in the towel on some of his poise.
....and then came the blessed words of Professor Noble.
The truth was that Eiji had expected a bit of reprimand from the Potions Master for his snark and the Slytherin couldn't even really argue with the man - he never wanted to do that to begin with - because he knew what he had done and he knew the intention to it as well. But when none of that came and the professor instead came for Aboli, well, he was festering MUCH less and even had to cover his mouth with his hand and feign watching his solution because the seventh year was SMIRKING.
Professor Noble had essentially just become his favorite person on the planet and he nearly found himself unbothered by the imperfections of his granules. Nearly but not entirely. He could brew better ones when he has fewer distractions present.
And when he wasn't wearing a tie.
Though when Aboli said THAT - oh please give her a detention, professor - and then was glaring at him, he did lower his hand so she could see the entirely too pleased with himself smirk that he wore. And he was just sooooooooo distraught that they would not be taking Potions together next term. Assuming they got out of this.
University in Japan was waiting for him. Which stirred up OTHER thoughts that he was going to quickly put aside because those were distractions he could not cope with right now. Though he did glance over at Missa and offered her a quick wink as he rose to collect his equipment.
Having a to-do list and cleaning up this mess was, actually, exactly what he needed right now and he was looking forward to a bit of manual labor.
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Why was this tie such a problem? "Just take it off for now," Missa told her emo boyfriend before continuing on with the steps.
Also, Aboli who? Literally - for a moment, Missa forgot the girl's existence - or why she was such an irritating child. She remembered a little when Professor Noble spoke but then got horribly distracted when Eiji started smirking the moment Professor Noble validated him for his behavior. No wonder he was Eiji's favorite.
But .... honestly that smirk ......
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A little red in her ears, she looked away and eyed her granules. They looked good enough. But she really didn't trust it, and she really didn't want to burn through Professor Noble's class room's floor - so she looked over at Eiji, and asked, "does this look okay?"
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Naya wrote down the next set on instructions. She surely needed them, ‘cause .........memory. Once her potion had cooled, she got her glass rod and began to stir the ingredients. Thankfully, it did begin to break up into the granules. It was actually kind of cool to see. The next part......not so cool.
Naya put on her lab coat, followed by her goggles and gloves. She dreaded going back to the awful spill. It was bad enough smelling the stench from the front of the room. Now there was no way she could avoid it. Naya touched her cauldron to make sure that it felt cool. It did, so she took it and headed for an empty patch in the stink zone. How long was it possible to hold one’s breath? Did they have masks with the PPE? With a sigh, the Gryffindor began to scrape the granules from her cauldron onto a messy desk. Then she spread it around thickly, until she had covered as much of the spill as possible. Now she had to wait for five minutes. She set her watch for five minutes and began to wait. Could she wait near her work station and away from the mess? Naya chose yes and went back from her work patch to her brewing station.
Busying herself at her work station, Naya was startled when her watch alarm went off. She had totally forgotten that she was supposed to be waiting for her potion to gel. Peeking at the instructions first, she took a trash bag a bowl of water, soap and towels back to her clean up area. Naya thought it best to bring everything at once. She wanted to minimize her time in the back of the classroom. Looking at the sludgy mess, she began to wipe/scrape/scoop the mess into the trash bag. Then she wet a towel, added some soap and began to scrub the desk. Naya was no stranger to muggle cleaning, but this was especially nasty. She gave it some serious muscle because Merlin forbid, she might have to sit at this desk one day. After the desk was washed and rinsed, Naya wiped it down completely with a dry towel. Amazingly, she had started to become nose blind to the smell. She had been there so long, it wasn’t too bad anymore. Finally, she was done. She took the trash bag to the front of the room. She was going to have to clean up all of her supplies too and what to do with the dirty towels?
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For a few minutes, Isla just stood in one place, a confused expression spread across her face. What was she supposed to be doing again? What step was she on? You know was what brutal? Losing your MEMORY. You know what was even more brutal that that? Losing your memory and trying to follow step-by-step directions!
When her alarm went off, the second year looked at it with hope, and then she suddenly remembered. OH, YEAH. She had to go remove the granules (which were e supposed now swollen, jelly-like substances, and toss them in the trash. Simple, yet smelly, enough. Although, hopefully with all the cleaning going on, things wouldn't be too bad.
Isla headed to the mess with her towel tossed over shoulder and some soap and water in her hands. She began scraping off the granules and then tossing them in the trash. When she was done, she wiped everything down with a towel. Ewwww. She needed a shower after this class.
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His gear on, Eiji was returning to his station to collect his granules when Missa spoke to him and he paused to give her attempts a look over. They were certainly not as uniform as his own though his were also more lumpy than hers since his flobberworm mucus had stuck to the bottom of his cauldron for a time. Hers may actually be...better than his?
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Not that he was going to be salty about that.
"They look fine, Missa," he assured her with a bit of a jealous tight lipped smile. "Come on, we can work in the same area." So he could actually observe as to whether or not hers were superior to his own.
Picking up his cauldron and keeping his wooden spoon in it, Eiji took Missa's hand and walked to the corner of the potions spill they were meant to clean up. "I'll take this cauldron...and you that one," he suggested, pointing to two copper cauldrons that both had the same foul smelling brew in them. It was necessary that they were using theirs on the same spoiled concoction, after all. He scooped up a healthy spoonful and drizzled it inside the cauldron...and then another and another to create a thick layer as instructed.
And some more on the floor since the spill had leaked over there as well.
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Whatever doubts Missa had, they all went away - the moment she got Eiji's nod of approval - because let's be honest when it came to potions he could easily be professor Noble's right-hand man (when he was not being a brat, that is).
Unaware of his jealousy though, she gladly took his hand and followed him to the mess. "You know I had a lot of plans to make this year memorable for you and me, but this definitely wasn't on my list" she chuckled before wrapping her hair up in a bun and moving over to bring the cauldrons he had asked her to.
Watching him carefully, because that was certainly something she enjoyed doing in potions, especially his hands, she repeated his movements and did the deed.
"UM. What do you suppose will happen if I spilled some on my robes?" she asked after a small bit, while very much staring at the spill on her robes.
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Excuse her. Even when he was being a brat he could still be Professor Noble's right hand man.
Hearing her as they walked, he couldn't help but snort a little under his breath. Did she realize that any time they actually tried to plan anything everything just went to hell? The blanket fort in particular came to mind. "What do you mean? This is the epitome of romance," he replied with a hard roll of the eyes.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, while he waited for his granules to adsorb the contents of the cauldron and glanced over at her briefly. "Could stain your robes...absorb the color and ruin them...like bleach." Was that a jab? Perhaps it was. His own, however, were doing the trick inside the cauldron and on his next breath he was was scooping the swollen clumps out and depositing them in to a rubbish bag.
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