1st Beginers Potions Class for the year

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 03:33:14 GMT

Potions Laboratory

One of the largest chambers within the dungeons of Hogwarts, the Potions Laboratory is able to accommodate twenty students or so, their cauldrons, their desks and a good deal more. The ceiling is high and vaulted, supported by columns and gothic arches, though details are difficult to discern because of the perpetual gloom. The laboratory has what many would describe as a creepy feel to it, due to all of the shelves of pickled creatures and amputated limbs kept in glass jars.

A dais has been erected at the front of the class, and all of the desks are arranged in layers of semi-circles before it. Upon it stands a broad worktable laden with equipment, the Professor's desk, a bench and a blackboard. In one corner of the chamber, a shallow basin holds icy cold water which falls from a stone gargoyle's mouth.

Kyle enters the class, looking around almost expectantly, for several reasons. One: he's looking for that girl who tripped. Two: he's looking for his friends. 3: He just always found this classroom neat to look at. Sliding into a desk situated somewhere in the middle, he continues his gazing about from there.

Sianen dashes into class, immediately making her way to the front of the room before spotting Kyle and dissapointedly moving back to the middle of the class to sit by him.

Caitlyn bounces into the potions lab, acting more like her normal self at the moment.

Standing behind an emensly large glossy black desk, Professor Wilde greets each incomming student with a sharp mark of his quill on a crisp leaf of parchment. His deep maroon robes are as always splotched with dusty multicolored chalk splotches and his wild auburn hair has apparently ensnared a pair of reading glasses and appears to be creatied a cozy nest for its new occupent.

Kyle quirks a brow at Dissapointed Sianen. "What's wrong?" he asks, and then smirks a bit. "Ah, you, er, wanna sit up front? I don't mind moving..." he says, already standing and picking up his things, ready to relocated. Professor Wilde is given a polite nod, as the boy steps up to the front, assuming Sianen will be close behind, and takes a seat. "I could probably stand to be closer, anyways. God forbid I mess up like last year..." He shudders, though exactly what happened isn't said.

That girl that Kyle is looking for enters a few moments after him, having had to make a quick detour in the lavatory. Eleri's chin is freshly scraped and the girl struggles with the large tome in her arms as well as the bag that drapes from her shoulder. So laden, she cannot really use her hands to move the fringe from her eyes but frequently sends a puff of air upwards to blow the strands away so that she can see. The girl stops and stands completely still at sight of all of the parts floating, gawking openly for a moment. As her gaze travels the class, she spies Kyle, cheeks flushing all over again. Quickly, she looks away and begins searching for a seat. The second row will do. On the very end. Depositing her things on the table and floor, she settles down and slouches a bit in her seat, trying to slink down enough to, hopefully, get ignored.

Sianen nods happily and stands, resuming her seat in the front row. "Yay! Thank you! I love potions... They're my best subject." She says proudly, nodding. She arranges her things about her, grinning.
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"Patrick!" Cait calls out and then bounces out of the chair to lead him over to where she is sitting. "You can be my lab partner."

If you think Kyle's going to ignore you...you don't know Kyle. He does, indeed, take notice of the girl, arching a brow and mouthing 'Are you ok?'. He's not going to make a big scene of it or anything; she obviously isn't the type who enjoys attention being called to herself. Glancing back over to Sianen, he laughs a bit. "Yea. They are pretty fun, huh? Wonder what he's gonna have us do..."

As the final occupant takes his or her place at the assempled desks he clears his throght with a slighly raspy caugh. "Well then class, I should like to say good evening and welcome to your first foray into the art of potion creation with.myself Professor Jonathan Wilde." Professor Wilde finishes that remark with a rather forced and thin lipped immitation of a smile, which fades abbrubptly. "Now then, I should like to begin this evenings class with a review of certain protocals I should like to see followed durring out time together," he says with a bit of ice in his tone.

Edmund enters the laboratory with Patrick, a large book tucked under his right arm. As he steps inside, he pauses just long enough to get his bearings, and then he moves down towards the front of the classroom. Not *all* the way to the front, of course. That's just begging to get picked on. So he slips into the second row, and takes the first available seat as the professor begins to speak.

Sianen beams at the professor, listening intently as he speaks, eyes wide. She nods her head excitedly at Kyle. "Yeah, me too! This'll be great!"

"First I should like you to understand that you are all individually resonsible for maintaining and keeping both your potion making equipment and your work area tidy at all times," he says while randomaly making eye contact with students around the room. "We shall be working with compounds which can and will have drastic effects when even the slightest measure is left to mix with ingredients of later assignments. Therefore I shall be personally inspecting each and every cauldron at the beginning of each of the following classes to insure their cleanliness." At this point he takes a deep breath and shuffles to another leaf of parchment.

Eleri gives Kyle the tiniest of nods for his concern but as the Professor begins, her attention turns towards him. As Edmund moves past her, she scoots her chair forward, making room for him to pass. Dark eyes are opened wide as she listens, one hand lifting repeatedly to push the fringe from her line of sight.

Why is it wizarding teachers are always so wierd? Surely his primary school teachers were never so scary as this man. He smiles a little to Sianen, but decides that prehaps, in this man's class, the policy of Shut Up and Listen might be best.

Patrick walks in with Edmund and immediately gets accosted by Caitlyn. "Er...sure." he says, going over to find a seat next to her, listening attentively and setting his bag of potion ingredients that were just recently all over the west tower next to his seat.

"Also I would like it to be understood that there will be no extra credit assignments provided for those students who are performing below par. You may feel that this is unfair of me but I would like it understood that I shall be available both durring my set office hours and by appointment to tutor those students who express need. I will though offer assignments for house points on occasion should I feel like spicing things up a bit." At this point he lays the stack of parchments gently on the desk and takes his own seat, with a bit of a muffled groan. "Now then I should like each of you to introduce yourself, preferably by the name which you would prefer to be addressed while in my class."

In the potions classroom sits a beautiful young girl in one of the front seat and smiles listening to the Professor talk. She looks at her bag and book and continues listening on what is to say at her lesson.
Kay pages: Sorry about not making a entry pose... but I'm a little new to this.

Noelle stands up and introduces herself moving her blonde hair out of her face and eyes. Smiling she says, "Hello my name is Noelle....Noelle Echterling and I am a first year student in House Hufflepuff. My hobbies include reading, playing outside and taking care of animals."

Poor Eleri. That's the first thought that crosses Kyle's mind when Professor Wilde asks that they stand and introduce themselves. If she had such a hard time introducing herself to just /him/, he can only imagine the torture it'll be in front of all these students, and a teacher. Standing, Kyle simply says, "My name's Kyle Putnam." and sits back down. That's all they need to know.

Introduce yourself? Eleri's eyes widen considerably at that. The girls slides a little further down in her seat until her shoulder are even with the plane of the desk. Her gaze follows those who stand and introduce themselves, a mild look of panic coloring her features.

Sianen nods her head as he speaks, taking it in. No extra credit? Aww, so she can't do more potions work? She sighs lightly but says. "Sianen Murdoch."

Patrick waves a hand. "Patrick McElroy." he says, not bothering to stand up. You might know him, he being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team after all. Preen.

The door is pushed open by a first year Slytherin some may know as Rose. She looks around at all that is going on, and slowly takes a few steps forward.

Sheila stands, a little hesitantly, as her turn arrives. 'I'm Sheila. Sheila Parikh, second year, in House Hufflepuff.'

Seated near the back of the room, Kay glances over the other students with an unusually bland... almost bored expression as the professor finishes his speech. Waiting for someone to start the student introductions, she idly drums her fingers against her knee silently. Soon the introductions begin. Clearing her throat at an opportunity to get it over with, she swallows a little noisily, before offering with a small smile, "Valerie Tice... but just call me Kay." She lowers her voice to a mutter as she adds, "It's a long story." She continues in her normal tone with, "I'm a second year, Gryffindor."

With a slight nod to each student who stands in turn, Professor Wilde begins scribbiling on a piece of parchment.

When it's his turn, Edmund stands to his feet without hesitation, a confident smile on his lips. "Edmund Norrington," he announces proudly. "Gryffindor." And then he seats himself once more.

Chrisdena who sits in the front row looks at the Professor, and listening to what he says. After he sat down, she looked as everyone was quiet, and someone needs to started. She slowly stands up and says in an soft tone of voice, "Good evening, my name is Chrisdena Rupert. Please just call me Chrisdena. I'm a first year student from House Gryffindor." Then she slowly sits down to her seat.

Cait stands as she introduces herself in odd mixture of drawl-brogue-cockney accent she sometimes uses. "Caitlyn O'Hara but most people call me Cait." She sits down beside Patrick and grins.

Jackeline stands from her seat when it's her turn to introduce herself. "Jackeline Todd. Second year Ravenclaw. But you can just call me Jackie." And then she sits back down quickly.

Realizing what they're doing, Rose steps up and after Jackie says, "I'm Rose Huang. First year of Slytherin." After that the girl looks around to a place to sit.

Eleri just continues to watch the others from the safety of her slouch. Eyes close slowly. Maybe if she doesn't see them, they'll not notice her. Didn't that work when one was three?

Jonathan looks up from his parchment and scanns the room for a moment before alighting on Eleri. "And you would be miss?." His tone is athoratative but not cruel.

A white furred little kitten with big blue eyes comes in scratching its nails on the dungeon door meowing loudly so that everyone can hear it. It continues to meow outside the dungeon door scratching it as its closed, "Meooooooowww Meeeeooooowwww"

Sianen looks over as she hears the meowing. "Aww, a kitty cat!" She says, delighted, then looks at Jonathan. "Can we let it in?"

Kitten? Kyle has to resist the urge to go open the door and hug it. Resist. Resssiiist. Act like a man, Putnam! He just waits for someone else to do something.

One eye cracks open, peering towards the teacher. Maybe he's not talking to- Oh. Her cheeks flush crimson as she seems that he means her. Swallowing, she shifts in her seat so that she can stand. When she does, her eyes are on her desk, her form completely stiff. "Eleri," she murmurs, just barely loud enough to be heard at all. "Anwyl." The news delivered, she drops into her seat, her shoulders slumping even as she slides into the seat, trying to shrink under the table again.

At the sound of the scratching and the question from Sianen, Professor Wilde rolls his eyes. "Yes yes do let it in..."He appears a bit flustered.

Patrick looks over in the direction of the door...that's not Gavin, is it? No, Patrick made sure his cat was in the dorms when he left. "What's a cat doing here?" he wonders.

Sianen jumps up and runs to the door, opening it and taking the kitten in her arms. "How cute!" She coos, cradling it as she walks back to her seat.

Chrisdena slowly turn her head to see a white cat here, must belong to one of the students. She slowly moves her head from the door and to the Professior.

Noelle looks back at the door as she hears her kitten crying knowing that sound of her baby kitten she bought back in Diagon Alley. As Noelle gets up and opens the door she sees Sianen already beat her to it, but as the kitten sees Noelle it suddenly hops from Sianen's arms to Noelle's purring loudly.

SoCute! It's like kryptonite to Kyle, seeing the fuzzy little animal. "Aw..." escapes from his lips, and before you know, he's casting the thing a fawning look.

Jonathan nodds approvingly at Eleri, "Thank you Miss Anwyl," he says before turning his attention to the new and very furry arrival in Sianen's arms. "Now then am I to assume that this animal is yours?"

Sianen frowns, mimicking Kyle's fawning as she watches the cat go to Noelle. "It's adorable! What's it's name?" She asks.

Jonathan Follows the kitten with his eyes as it goes to Noelle. "Miss Echterling, is this to become an everday occurence in my class?" His eyes are steely.

Eleri likes cats, her gaze wandering that direction with interest. The Professors thanks sends her into another bout of embarrassment and she slinks a little lower in her seat beside Edmund.

Cait frowns as she thought they were going to be having a potions class. She doesn't say anything but opens her book to read.

Noelle pets her animal in her arms and looks to the Professor as she looks down, "Sir, Professor it is my cat which I let stayed in the common room but it seems to be lonely and well can she stay near me I promise this won't happen again." She turns red and quite flustered as she moves to her seat. As she sits down Diamond, the cat, puts her claws into Noelle's skin as she kneads. "Ummmm I'm sorry sir again my apologies."

Clearing his throat, Kyle turns back around in his seat, to stop looking at the kitten and just fiddle with his quill.

Sianen smiles, looking at Jonathan, amazed. "Can we bring pets here? Cuddles would just /love/ to come!" She nods, referencing her evil cat.

Patrick eyes. Why would you want to take your pets to class? Surely that's not allowed. "Surprised he didn't take points." he murmurs over to Caitlyn.

Edmund glances over at Noelle, his eyebrows raised, with a frown on his lips as well. And then he catches Eleri slumping down in her chair, out of the corner of his eye, and he gives her a quick look of concern before turning back to the professor with just a hint of impatience, hoping that he'll actually get to the *class* part of the class soon.

Jonathan looks very red in the face at Sianen's question. "I should prefer not to have students brining in random 'visitors' to the class. Should there be a pressing need for such an animal to have 'companionship' I am sure said animal could find a home with the Care of Magical Creatures indefinatly." His flat tone seems to be verge on the edge of anger.

Cait nods to Patrick in agreement. "I know I wouldn't want my pet in a potions classroom. Too much danger for it to be poisoned." Almost as soon as she says the words, Cait regrets them as she blushes deeply. "I mean..."

This animal thing? It kind of annoys Kyle. "Wish we'd just get /started/ already...saying our names...kittens..." He mutters broken complaints to Sianen, then glances at Professor Wilde expectantly.

Noelle puts her kitten in the bag and closes it and hides under the desk with embarrassment. Jeez it's not like she brung it I don't know if her cat followed her or what. Hiding her face in her hands she turns so red.

Chrisdena really didn't like hearing this nonsence. "Cats in the classroom, the animals are to stay in their rooms." she thought to herself. And slowly takes out a sheet of parshment paper and a quill from her black bag and sets it onto her desk and ready to learn her first potion.

Kay has remained silent during the chain of events... almost as if this was a daily experience. Once in a while, she glances to the front of the class, checking to see whether the class had actually -started- or whether it had gone off on a tangent.

Jonathan clears his throught and blatently ignores the animal. "Now
then on with more pressing matters. I should like to take part in a bit of question and answer. In your own words what is a potion? Do raise your had once you have an answer for me." He looks a bit expectently at the class.

Sianen blinks at Jonathan's... threat? She sighs, obviously dissapointed, but sets to work at the task on hand. After a few moments she raises her hand.

Kyle raises his hand, though he doesn't exactly expect to be called on; pretty much everyone else should be raising their hands, too.

Chrisdena as she listened to the Professior question, she quickly raises her hand.

Jonathan nods to Sianen because she had her hand up first, "Yes?"

Edmund doesn't hesitate as he raises his hand, then lowers it when Sianen's called on.

Eleri isn't about to raise her hand. Her eyes flicker towards Edmund briefly before moving to Sianen as she's called.

Patrick glances over at Caitlyn and frowns slightly, shaking his head, looking like he wants to say something, but doesn't. Instead, he looks about as Sianen raises her hand, and so he doesn't.

Noelle sits in her seat with her face still red and looks down knowing the answer but to embarrassed to be called upon.

Kay straightens in her seat while arranging her quill and parchment neatly on her desk. Seeing the hands fly upward, a flicker of amusement passes over her features as she readies herself for the tedious task of taking notes.

Sianen grins happily, lowering her hand as she responds, "A potion is something you make using different ingredients, that, when consumed, has a magical effect on the person."

Kyle's hand drops when Sianen's called on, and the same hand picks up his quill, scribbling down what she says, mostly out of habit.

Eleri takes up her quill and begins writing, dutifully. Her free hand lifts repeatedly, pushing her fringe from her eyes so she can see what she's writing.

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. "Only when consumed? Tell me class is Miss Muroch correct?" Looks for more raised hands.

Edmund raises his hand again.

Patrick raises his hand too at that, shaking his head slightly.

Jonathan nods to Edmound, "Yes, continue."

Chrisdena slowly keeps her hand rased, as she might Know.

Cait raises her hand, almost as she wishes to add something more to the answer.

Rose raises her hand as well in case they get it wrong.

Kay eyes the professor oddly as a question comes to mind. Soon, like the others, her hand is in the air, though for a different reason.

Edmund lowers his hand as he answers with a shake of his head. "No, Professor Wilde. The magical effects of a potion can be triggered in a number of different ways. You can swallow it, but you can also get it in the blood, if a potion is applied to a sword or a dagger. And some potions can be activated in other ways. If they're combined with a second potion, for example. A potion is simply a liquid that has some kind of magical effect, however it is used."

Edmund's answer causes Cait to lower her hand. She glances at her book and then over at Patrick before looking back up at the teacher.

Jonathan nods to the class as a whole, "I see, so we shall only be studying liquids in this class because potions are liquids?" Looks around expectently

Scribblscribble. Kyle flashes Edmund an slightly impressed look, before turning back to Professor Wilde. Kyle raises his hand at the question.

Jonathan nods to Kyle, "Yes Mr Putnam, you have something to add?"

"Er--I /think/ they're typically liquids, because it's difficult to mix different substances in any other form, but they could be applied to something solid, like bread or something..." He thinks a moment, then adds, "And maybe they could work as a gas, too, and the victim inhaled it."

Eleri mutters under her breath as she continues to write down Edmund's definition.

Edmund hesitates for a moment, and then raises his hand as he listens to Kyle's answer.

Cait raises her hand once more as she stops taking notes.

Chrisdena slowly rases her hand.

Noelle raises her hand slowly thinking she might as well partake in the class after the interruption her kitten has caused but as kyle has said they are not really true.

Rose also raises her hand after everyone else.

Jonathan smiles almost sincerly at the class,"Very good class I believe we are beginning to move towards the first and most importent lesson I would like you to understand..." He looks to Cait, "Something to add?"

Patrick also raises his hand, eying the younger Gryffindors with some amusement. Looks like he should get them to help him with his homework, not the other way around!

Kay notices that the attention is all in the front of the class... what else did she expect?... and lowers her hand to her desk, writing a quick note to herself to clarify her confusion over a certain subject.

Edmund lowers his hand when the professor calls on Caitlyn, and pulls out his own quill and paper, and quickly begins scribbling away, getting caught up with his notes.

Chrisdena slowly lowers her hand, and softly sighs. As she started to write down some notes.

Noelle lowers her hands as people give out answers and takes out her parchment and quill she writes things down.
Sianen takes out a quill and parchment, jotting away in bright pink ink.

Rose lowers her hand when Caitlyn is called on. Just so everyone knows, she happens to be sitting in the back of the class. Like a few other students the Slytherin pulls out her quill and paper.

"The things we use are not always liquid. That is why we have a mortar and pedstal as there are dry ingredients that we have to crush and mix into the potions." Cait adds as she looks at the ingredients. "And there is more to potions too as we have to stir things the right direction and let it simmer for so long, all according to the recipies that are in the book."

Kyle had had the idea of mentioning the ingredients as solids, also, and when he hears the same idea issued from Caitlyn's mouth, he smiles to her. Good. Someone said it, and now he can see if it isn, indeed, the right train of thought. Meanwhile, his hand keeps writing at a lanquid pace to keep up with the notes.

Jonathan Nods curtly to Cait,"Quite true...the ingredients can be liquids, solids, and sometimes in more complex creations even in the form of a gas. Now then are we to expect because we liquify these ingredients that the final product will also be in the form of a liquid?"

Patrick frowns slightly, then raises his hand.

Sianen raises her hand.

Chrisdena raises her hand again.

Jonathan nods to Patrick "Expand if you will."

Rose is about to raise her hand, but stops when she sees three others raising their own hands. Oh well. So she just starts writing down notes in bright blue ink.

Patrick looks around, then shrugs. "Er. Some potions only work when they are solidified." he says, shrugging.

Kyle kept his hand down; he'll let other people have a go from now on, since he got a turn. When Patrick's called on, Kyle turns to look at him curiously, chancing a small smile at the older boy after he answers and then turning to face the right way again.

Jonathan pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs a bit too audibly at
Patrick's answer. "Anyone else like to expand?"

Kay raises her hand with a haltering uncertainty.

Sianen keeps her hand up.

Chrisdena slowly raises her hand once again.

Eleri remains silent save for the scritching of her quill against the parchment. She most certainly does not raise her hand.

Jonathan takes notice of Kay first, "Yes?"

Edmund glances back at Patrick, then forward to the professor, tilting his head to the side as his quill hovers over his paper, waiting to write as soon as Jonathan comments. When he doesn't, Edmund looks around the room, to see who will respond to this one, and his eyes fall on Kay.

"Professor," she begins a little nervously but manages to continue clearly, "I was just wondering if it would be possible to evaporate... err... turn a supposedly liquid potion into a gas. Spell the potion to its evaporation temperature... something like that. Can someone do that, and would it work effectively?"

Jonathan claps a slight cheer for Kay's answer, "Very good Ms Tice, a point to Gryffindor for grasping the basics of such an advanced procedure. The answer is yes this can be done with both use of spells and with the combination of certian ingrediends which naturally release the desired gas."

Rose nervously raises her hand, looking around.

Sianen bounces in her seat, hand still in the air in case further elaboration is asked for.

Jonathan looks at the class again as a whole before nodding to Rose, "Yes?"

Didn't he says something like that before? Kyle hmm's interestedly and scribbles some more notes, hoping that, with Jonathan's satisfaction, they might soon begin mixing potions.
Edmund turns back to his paper, and uses his quill to scribble a few notes on it.

"Uhh," Rose starts with a nervous tone. "Can, somehow, gas be turned back into liquid or be made into a solid potion?" She blinks and waits for the answer as she looks around at the rest of the class.

Patrick shrugs as his answer didn't seem to impress the teacher too much, and starts writing down everything.

"Indeed it can as in the case of our potion of choice for this evenings lesson. Class I should like you to begin heating your cauldrons now." He waves his own wand and with slight charm begins heating a cauldron at the edge of his own desk.

Sianen waves her hand frantically in the air, trying to get the professor's attention, heating her cauldron with the other hand.

Kay moves her things away from her cauldron before daring to begin heating it, as the professor required.

"Yes Ms Murdoch?" He says while opeining a drawer in the desk.

Sianen asks, "Things like garroting gas, or wartcap powder, or that orange paste that heals burns.. Did they start out as liquids and then change or are they gas and powder and paste while you're making them?"

Cait just shrugs and looks over at Patrick before getting her wand and tapping her cauldron with her wand to start heating it.

Brandishing his wand, Kyle starts his cauldron heating, glancing over at Sianen after he does so.

Chrisdena moves her quill and parshment paper away from the cauldron. And carefuly takes out her wand from her cloak and gently and carefully tap's on her cauldron, and magically the cauldron starts to heat up.

Patrick starts heating up his cauldron, thoughtfully putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out a piece of candy, which he unwraps and sticks in his mouth furtively, eying the teacher and hoping that the teacher didn't see.

Eleri keeps her writing utensils close at hand but does straighten in her seat enough to tend to her cauldron. A hand lifts to push her hair from her eyes so that she can see as she sets it to heating.

Jonathan begins laying out a rather shriveled root of some sort, a vial of black powder, and another vial of thick vicous blue fluid. "It depends on the combination, as in the typically burn paste it begins as a liquid that gells when allowed to cool. Now then has anyone seen your mother's or father use a starching spell when taking care of the rinkles ones robes?"

Edmund begins to heat up his cauldron like the rest of the class, after he's pushed everything away from it. Safety first! And then he nods a couple of times in response to the professor's question.

Rose then begins to heat up her cauldron, making sure to keep her parchment and everything away from it.

Kay refrains from answering this question... just preferring to listen and observe from here. She glances about the classroom, hoping that someone will speak up... unless the question was rhetorical. She sighs as she waits patiently for new instructions.

At mention of parents and their spells, Eleri can be seen to shrink just a bit again, giving the tiniest shake of her head.

Can't answer that. Kyle gives Eleri a brief glance, smiling a bit at her; aha, she must have muggle-type parents, too.

Jonathan after getting no answer, he looks at Chrisdena, and more importently her robes,"You miss you are aware of the use of starching spells?"

Cait just nods as she has seen this spell. She tries to remember the spell and considers raising her hand.

Patrick nods thoughtfully at the question. "Yeah...seen it a million times." Especially considering how he treats his own clothing.

Chrisdena looks over towards Jonathan and nods her head towards the Professor, "Yes I have Sir."

Chrisdena looks over towards Jonathan and nods her head towards the Professor, "Yes I have Sir." she slowly waited a moment and then she says, "The starching spells is used for to make winkled clothes back into the shape it is soposed to be."

Jonathan nods in his typically curt mannor. "Very good, this evenings potion is a direct result of early attempts to avoid the use of starching spells in order to cator to a growing community of bachelor witches and wizards who tended to avoid simple homemaking charms. In 1804 Blonkish oils and soaps attempted to create a simple starching potion that would ensure a life free from wrinkled robes and creased undergarmets." He shifts a bit in his chair. "Unfortunatly their attempts did not turn out as they expected, they infact came up with an almost indestructibe and light weight building material. Bubble Iron."

Eleri's wrist slides over her parchment, her quill reproducing the Professor's words in text form.

The sound of a quill scritching against paper comes from beside Eleri, as well, as Edmund continues to take notes.

"I would like you all to talk out a small root or teakwood, a vial of vocanic ash, and a vial of iron wood sap." Indicating with his wand the items currently sitting on his desk.

Kyle seems to be a little more interested as he explains the use; this spell would be good for his da. Er, wait--building material? Neeevermind. Still, he grins--Bubble Iron doesn't sound so bad. He stands and retrieves the materials, nodding to Wilde as he does so, and then takes them back to his desk, setting them out carefully.

Cait gets out the ingredients from the supplies she has and then offers
Patrick a piece of teakwood. She doesn't say anything but smiles at him.

Jonathan waves his wand and slinder orange rods appear on everyone's desk. They appear to be almost like crystal drinking straws. "I have provided an extra piece of equipment for tonights lesson but do leave it be for the time being."

Kay obediently retrieves the ingredients from her bag while whispering the name of each as they emerge. A frown appears on the girl's face as she holds a near-empty vial toward the nearest light, not believing what she is seeing. Muttering to herself, she places the vial with a slight clank on her desk, alongside the other materials, before catching the last sentence of the professor.

Eleri reaches for her pack and delves into it, checking what she's written against what she pulls out. Each item is accounted for and placed carefully on the table before her before she seals her pack again and looks to the teacher, waiting expectantly.

Each of Kyle's ingredients is well and there, so he turns his eye on inspecting the curious object on his desk. For stirring, prehaps? He scribbles the names of the ingredients and draws a picture of the rod, in case it end up being important.

Patrick frowns. Bubble iron? Sounds...interesting. He accepts the piece of teakwood from Caitlyn, smiling back, and digs through his bag for the rest of the supplies. He hesitates, frowning, and pulls out a list, scanning it. He smacks himself in the forehead, and leans over to Caitlyn. "Have any extra iron wood sap?" he asks her.

In response to the professor's request, Edmund dutifully begins taking the ingredients out of his bag, setting each of them out in front of him. The paper and quill are pushed aside, for the time being, as he lines up the vials, root, and rods, making sure he's got plenty of room to work with.

Chrisdena slowly gets to the other end of her desk and writes down the infomation of the history of the starching spell. And also writes down the ingredents. Then she slowly opens her back and gets the ingredents, and gently sets the ingredients down near the end of the table. And looks towards the Professor.

Cait just nods to Patrick and slides her bottle of the sap over to him. She has enough, she hopes if not, she'll have to get more ingredients somehow.

Jonathan takes out a small knife and cuts about two inches of root, and looks towards the class. "Now class the mixture is simple, first measure about 1/2 a gram of teakwood root and grind it into a rough pouder in your crucible."

Jonathan himself does this as well as unstopps the vial of blue viscous sap and adds half of it to the heated cauldron. "You should also add just under half of your vials of iron wood sap to your cauldrons so that it may be heating."

Half gram. He's been doing this for a year already, so Kyle can measure by eye what a halg gram looks like. He does as the professor says, until it makes a sort of powder. He peers at his cauldron, than takes the vial of woodsap (double checking to make sure it's the right one) and slowly pours it in.

Half a gram? Edmund blinks a couple of times, but he takes out his knife, as well as his mortar and pestle. A very, very small part of the root is cut off, and placed inside the mortar; then he picks up the pestle, and begins to grind. After a few moments, he adds the wood sap, as directed, and then he goes back to grinding the root.

Cait blinks as she hears the instructions not knowing how to look at a piece of wood and know how much it weighs. She holds up her hand to get more information. She's a third year and she can't weigh things with her eyes.

Patrick grins at Caitlyn. "I use half, you use half?" he suggests, and cuts up the teakwood, grinding it to powder before taking up the vial and putting the powder and roughly half the liquid in.

With a little added flourish, Kay quickly snaps up the knife on her desk and easily slices the teakwood root into small sections. Lazily tossing several onto the scale, she makes the necessary adjustments to the quantity before emptying the small detachable tray into the crucible. Her attention quickly switches with the new instruction as she searches for the woodsap on her desk. Noting that it is already half-full, she pours everything into her cauldron before returning to the root. Grinding the teakwood into a thin powder after several moments... rather eagerly... to get it done with?... she adds that carelessly to the mixture.

Jonathanthen opens the vial of black volcanic ash and sprinkles it over the now ground root. "A full gram of ash is required at this point to be added to the ground root." He then grinds them both together quickly before pouring the mixture into the heated cauldron as well. "Now heat for 10 minutes but do not stir."

Cait nods as she lets Patrick have the first half of the sap as she begins to try to figure out the wood. Each wood weighs differently if she remembers for a minute.

Cait follows the instructions, perhaps anally so as she is trying to figure out how much the wood is by placing the entire piece, weighing it and then cutting it down to what should be the right size. She reweighs and frowns, cutting a bit more away.

Ok, Kyle sucks and totally used that scale to measure stuff. Wood was easy; but ash? He bites his lower lip some, eyeing the vial. He takes a small piece of paper, measure it's weight, than adds the appropriate amount of ash on it. Aha! And then the ash goes into the mortar with his root, and the mixture goes into the cauldron. All is done after Jonathan performs it for them, and he leans back in his chair to wait.

Edmund glances up long enough to see what Jonathan is doing, then he takes out his own scales and measures out the proper amount of the ash, pouring it into the mortar. He continues to work the pestle into the mixture, glancing over and giving Eleri a small grin, before turning back down to the task at hand. Once he's satisfied with the mix, he tilts the mortar over to dump the ash and root into the cauldron with the sap, allowing it to heat.

Kay stares at the professor with saucer-wide eyes with the "mix the ash and root". Her eyes reflect a sort of horror as they jump from the cauldron to the crucible. Taking up her ash, trembling slightly at the prospect of what she is about to do, she sprinkles the ash into her cauldron... just wishing for it to work. "That looks... like a gram... close enough," she mutters with a hint of fright evident in her voice.

Jonathan takes up the crystal straw on his desk and dabs it into his cauldron, retreaving a gooey ball of blue liquid on the end. He the other end to his lips an blows a large blue bubble, about the size of a baseball, and sets it aside on the desk to cool.

Chrisdena looks at the root and takes out her small knife and easily
slices the teakwood roote into small pieces. Then putting the pieces onto the scale and takes a few pieces until the scale shown 1/2 gram. And places the pieces into the crucible. She smiled and then looks at her vial of blue viscous sap and the wood sap, and slowly rases her hand.

Eleri measures the ash, doling out a gram and then some. The then some is mostly due to her noticing that Edmund is looking at her and smiling. A timid smile is given in return and she quickly returns to her work, dumping what she's measured in with the ground root. She mixes them carefully and then pours the stuff into her cauldron to heat with the sap, watching it as it heats.

Patrick sneezes just as he starts pouring the ash in, and squints down at the root and ash powder. "Oops." looks like a little more than a gram. He tries to pinch a bit of the ash away, until he figures it's about a gram, and starts grinding away. Then he pours it in, and eyes the mixture.

Jonathan looks at the class, "When the liquid appears to be properly gelled in your cauldron dab a bit on the end of the crystal rods and do as I have done and blow a bubble."

Cait adds her ingredients into the boiling sap and and waits. This isn't so bad. Nothing has exploded yet.

While waiting for the mixture to heat up, Kyle writes down the instructions and measurements on his scroll. Peering into his cauldron, he see it's not mixing too well; the powder seems to clump in the middle. He anxiously watches it, and, when the time comes, dips the rod into the gelled substance. He takes a breath, blows softly, and an mal-shaped oval is formed. Uh...yippee? It looks like Jonathan's, only not shaped so well and a bit thicker.

Jonathan nods to Chrisdena, "Yes?"

Chrisdena nods towards the Professor, "What would of happend if you put in iron wood sap first and then the blue viscous sap?"

Eleri's concoctions gels and she seems pleased. Well... until it begins growing. Quickly the girl looks about, checking the cauldrons of the others. Her eyes widen as she doesn't see anyone else with a bluish colored blob bubbling and expanding over the top of their cauldrons. Glancing to the professor, she begins to take on that deer in headlights look, frightened to draw attention to herself but terrified to let the globby beastie grow. Her hand rises as she pushes her chair back. The blue mass gurgles and blurps as it spills over the sides of the cauldron and onto the table, spreading wide and running quickly towards her papers as well as towards Edmund. "Um... Professor?"

Kay waves her hand over the potion, hoping that it would cool quickly... wanting to see whether this would turn out to be a complete disaster. As the potion solidifies, she rises to her toes in an attempt to peek into neighboring cauldrons... the teacher's cauldron if possible. Rolling back onto the balls of her heels as she realizes that it might be better if she didn't examine others' potions, she gingerly picks up the crystal rod, holding it as if it were made of the brittle material around. Dabbing one end into the cooled potion, mimicking the exact motions of the teacher, she then gently places her lips to one end and blows, hoping that it will come out as a bubble.

As the professor responds to Chrisdena's question, Edmund picks up his crystal straw and dips it into the mess in his cauldron, getting the blue goo on the end of it. He's about to blow into the straw and form his bubble, when he sees the... problem. His own eyes go wide, and he begins pushing his things away from the spreading goo, as he backs away from the table. "Um... Professor Wilde?" he calls out, reaching over to pick up Eleri's papers, getting them out of the way of the mess as well. The crystal straw is set down and forgotten, for the moment.

Jonathan rushes over to Eleri pushing her gently out of the way before casting a feezing charm on Elori's creation.

Jonathan sweeps his wand forward and levetates the mass of expanding goo into the air, taking the desk with it.

Patrick eyes his own potion, and pokes it tentatively with the orange straw thing. Why is it....doing that? It's...glowing in a lot of different colors. "Well, I should remember this next time I need a light." he mutters, watching it with fascination and completely missing the ruckus caused by Eleri's potion.

Cait gets the crystal straw and blows a bubble which just kinda shimmers as she does so. This is what one gets about being anal for potions, products that look like they should.

Eleri flushes crimson as Edmund begins crying out too. Professor Wilde comes to the rescue and the girl's face falls. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Jonathan walks calmly back to his desk with the floating desk in tow and claps his hands to get the classes atention for a moment. "Everyone, I would like to thank Ms Anwl for deminstrating a rather unexpected answer to the queston posed by Ms Rupert. In the event that the iron wood sap were not added in the correct order, I causes the mixture to expand and engulf the surrounding items until it cools and hardens."

Edmund glances back over at Eleri, visibly relaxing a bit (now that the evil blue blob has been subdued), and he smiles apologetically as he quietly murmurs to the shy girl, although he falls silent when the professor begins speaking again.

Kay quickly risks a summarizing glance about the room... floating mess, glowing potion... and can't help but laugh softly in spite of herself. As long as she didn't cause any trouble, she is perfectly fine with everything. Tentatively holding the crystal rod with a similar glowing sphere to Cait's on the upward tip, she wonders what to do next. With a little shrug, she first waves the rod about as the bubble cools before leaning the rod against her cauldron. She quietly returns to her desk, and again, neatly tidies herself before sitting calmly in her seat. As the professor issues the warning, her eyes serenely wander about the classroom, mind only half-present.

Chrisdena with some speed she grinds the root to a ground form, she carefuly examions the vials and carefuly and exactly puts half the contents from the blue viscous sap and then the iron wood sap vials. she carefuly takes out her ash and puts excatly a gram. Then she slides the ash into the crucible. And grounds it up then puts in the couldren. And carefuly examonds it. 10 minutes later the potion was gelled, she takes the crystal rod and makes a dab with the gell and puts the straw in her mouth and blows the bubble. Her eyes were amazed of the bubble she created.

Kyle's looking much the same as Kay, simply watching, wide-eyed, the various catastrophes.

Eleri flushes some more at the smile, slumping down into her chair and taking her papers back. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, completely mortified. The girl slinks so far down in her chair that her eyes are hardly visible over the table, her face flaming.

Jonathan frowns a bit, "Unfortunatly when such an accident occurs anything bound by the liquid is caught almost indefinalty, much like a fly in amber." He lowers the desk to an un occupied courner near his own desk. "Now then with such excitement over, You may each allow your bubbles to cool for a few moments then remove them from the straws." He in turn does this himself.

Patrick finally looks up. "Er, professor? Is mine supposed to be glowing?" he says, and shrugs, dabbing some of the potion. Well...it congealed, at least...huh." he says, and blows on it. Amazingly enough, it works, and it's....a shiny ball. "Hey look...don't muggles have something they call lightballs?" he's so clever, isn't he?

When the professor finishes speaking, Edmund murmurs something else to Eleri, keeping his voice almost silent. Then he picks up his 'straw,' and begins to blow, but the distraction of the blue blob has allowed the mess on the end to cool a bit. As a result, he has to exhale quite sharply, and he only gets a fairly small bubble for his efforts.

Poor, poor Eleri. Kyle's only known her for a short time, but that entire time, he's felt nothing but pity for her. His bubble cools shortly and he takes it, eyeing the thing with distaste. It's an ugly bubble. Looking in his cauldron, he notices there's still a bit of potion left, so he re-dips the wand and tries again. Of course, his second bubble is smaller, maybe the size of a bouncy ball, but much rounder and less bumpy. He grins over at Patrick, arching a brow. "Lightballs? Not that I know of..." He scratches his head, then offers, "Light/bulbs/, maybe?"

"Lightbulb." Cait says as she pokes Patrick with her elbow. She twists the globe of bubble iron and then removes it from the straw, a nice baseball size globe.

"Bulbs," Eleri mutters under her breath in response to Patrick's words. "Lightbulbs." With her desk gone, she really has no place to hide at all so she clutches her book closely to her, trying to use it as a barrier between herself and everyone else. Edmund's whispered words only seem to make her sink a little lower in her chair.

Jonathan turns to Patrick, "Congradulations Mr McEllory, you have created a very nice globe of liquid lightining, I fear unfortunatly that should you remove it from the straw you might find it to be a bit of a shock." With that he levitates the glowing globe and cauldron away from Patrick to join Eleri's table.

Shaken out of her reverie by the professor... Kay heaves herself from her seat and strolls briskly over to her cauldron, removing the crystal rod with a small, though irritatingly pitched scratching/screeching sound. A delighted smile plays upon her face as the noise continues until the rod is withdrawn.

Chrisdena looks at the other talking about muggle items. She really
have a care for them, muggles were very silly people. Her bubble cools shortly, she slowly takes it and it was a shape of a crystal ball. "It's pretty..." she says in a low whisper.

Jonathan picks up the now cool blue bubble, "You may now take your bubbles and smash them to the floor." He does this with a rather resounding crack of metal meeting stone.

Kyle grins when Jonathan says that, taking up his first, rather testy looking bulb and throwing it to the ground with ferocity. Ugly thing! But it's a resilient little mass of metal, and no new atrocities are added to it. He looks as if he wishes to leave it there, turning a much fonder eye towards the smaller, prettier, lighter blue ball which rests in his hand, after he takes it off the rod. Purty.

Jonthan says "You will notice that if properly created your bubbles will come out of it no more worse for the wear." He then stoops to retreave his own buble and dusts it off."

Kay raises a single brow questioningly at the professor's new request. All that trouble just to smash it? What a waste... she thinks as she skillfully pockets the ball, waiting for the others to smash theirs before daring to ruin her work of art. Amber gaze flickering from student to student, she assumes that the professor is already occupied with much more important things than one missing ball. With all these accidents, who wouldn't be?

Patrick looks a little crestfallen as his shiny ball gets taken away. "Aww, can't I keep it?" he asks, and eyes the contents of his cauldron wistfully. He wanted to experiment with that!

Edmund raises an eyebrow, but he reaches for his smallish bubble, and takes it off the crystal straw, now that it's cooled. After watching the professor do it, he throws the ball to the ground, and raises his eyebrows as it doesn't show any ill effects at all.

Eleri has no bubble to smash and she feels that keenly, sensing herself the odd man out. Well... her and Patrick.

Jonathan says "I am very sorry Mr McEllory, but should you have attmpted to touch your 'creation' we would have needed to unduly tax the burn mending skills of our school nurse.""

Chrisdena looks at her bubble again and says, "Here goes..." she gently drops the bubble and hits the floor. A large sound of which metal hits stone hits the floor, the bubble sat there. She slowly lowers herself and takes the bubble and looks at and gently picks it up and sees no dents or marks on it.

Kyle eyes his first bubble, which still rests on the ground, with disdain. He hums innocently and gives it a little kick, sending the hideous thing rolling lopsidedly towards Eleri and the teacher. Maybe Mr. Wilde will be so kind as to dispose of it; because he certainly doesn't know what to do with ugly indestructable bubbles.

Cait offers her ball of bubble iron over to Patrick. "Here, you can try to smash mine."

Edmund picks up his own little metal bubble, and appraises it curiously. "Huh." After a moment, he turns back to Eleri, and holds it out to her. "Here... you want to try?"

Patrick sighs, shaking his head at Caitlyn. "No thanks...you go ahead." he says, shrugging. "You're the one who didn't mess up." grumble.

Jonathan says "Now then if everyone has tested their creations, we shall now look at another property of your mixture." He holds his wand up and mumbles a small charm, and the wand tip glows white hot. He then pokes the bubble gently and it pops leaving a blue film in its place. "You see though a wonderful building material, Bubble Iron shows a considerable weakness to heat and is only sutable for use in much colder climates. You may choose to dispose of your mixture or keep your creations if you like."

Eleri's reply isn't really even audible, her lips barely moving as she answers Edmund. There is a definite shake of her head though, giving implication that she is responding in the negative. Hugging her book closer, she slinks down a little more, her face utterly crimson.

Cait frowns as Patrick declines the bubble iron and then places it beside him anyways. She then carefully scoops more out of her cauldron and blows it another globe gently. It's not as big but she uses the rest of the mixture.

Blinkblink. He can destroy it! And nothing would give Kyle greater pleasure. But...now he has to get it back. He stands and steps over to Eleri, pocketing the misshapen bubble at her feet, and then frowning a bit. Aw. He holds it out to her, grinning. "Eleri? Here--wanna destroy this for me? I mean, my wand's /all/ the way back at my desk..." A whole *gasp* 5 feet!

Kay immediately pipes up enthusiastically, calling out, "If anyone doesn't want there iron, just toss it over here." She only needs two more for a juggling set, what an opportunity. Rubbing her hands together, she can only hope that the successful will be willing to part with their spheres.

Jonathan says "The proper means to dispose of the extra in your cauldron when you are finished is to simply allow to cool the clean it with a bit of disolving solution." He deminstrates. "The properties of the mixture are only visible when allowed to cool with air trapped inside, with out any gas trapped inside it is fairly useless."

After giving Eleri a quick sidelong glance, he shrugs, and sets his bubble down on his desk. He's about to say something else to her, but then Kyle comes up and interrupts. He raises his eyebrows, but shrugs, and turns back to his work, picking up his wand.

Jonathan says "Now then your homework for the next class shall be a short essay on what you feel you have learned within todays lesson and a reading assignment, review proper uses for newt tales as well as chapters 1-3 of your lesson books. Also I will be available after class for those who have further questions.""

One might think it would be impossible for someone to turn any redder than Eleri had so far. One would be wrong. Kyle's offer is met with a cringe as she sinks just a little lower into her chair, the top of the chair back now above her head. "That's alright. Thank you. I don't want to hurt anyone," she murmurs softly, her voice still hardly heard at all. Her gaze shifts quickly to the Professor, silently pleading with him to end things.

Patrick nods at the professor and writes down his homework, then eyes Caitlyn. "Erm...can I talk to you real quick? Outside?" he says to her, now that class is over.

Cait nods as she finishes copying down homework. She gathers her books and stands up to head outside of the class, wondering what Pat is going to say.

"No. Hey, c'mon--you can do it." he says, setting the bubble on her desk. "If you don't destroy it, you have to keep it. And I don't you want -that- ugly thing hanging around your dorm room." It truly is hideous. It cannot be said enough. But, he can see she's embarrased, so he simply gives her an encouraging little smile and goes back to his desk, to clean everything up properly. The ugly bubble is, as threatened, left sitting on Eleri's desk.

Chrisdena looks at the iron that is in her hands, and places it into her bag. And then writes on the top of her sheet of parshment paper, and writes down the title of the spell. And also other notes as in some misshaps. Then she sits down and listens to the Professor. She quicky jots down the homework that is due before next class.

Eleri takes the bulb with a few more color changes to her face, shoving it into her pack for now. Balancing her book on her lap, she scribes the homework notes, her head down, hair falling forward to hide her face and embarrassment. The moment that's done, the girl reaches down for her bag so that she can rise and leave the room.

Edmund pokes at his bubble with his wand, watching it pop with a grin; then he goes about cleaning his cauldron, as directed, and jotting down the assignments for next class. Once that's done, he begins gathering up his things, stowing them away in his bag.

Kyle's things are placed back in his bag, carefully, because they're vials and such. He jots down the homework, puts his notebook away, and nods to the professor. A curious glance is sent back towards Eleri and Edmund, and then the boy leaves, smiling as he admires the small blue bubble in his hands.

Chrisdena as well cleans out her cauldron as directed by the Professor. And then she places her items into her large back, and the looks at her seat, as there wasn't anything missing, only thing there was the scale and the rod. She smiled at the Professor, "It's was a pleasure to meet you Professor Jonathan. I look forward to the next class." Then she gently heads towards the door.

Jonathan nods absently to the retreating students

Eleri takes up her bag and, turning, slings it over her shoulder. The bulk of it swings
Edmund's way. Of course, the girl hadn't closed it properly and so the contents go flying everywhere. For a moment, her body sags, eyes closing as she tries to convince herself it didn't happen. Reality is another matter however and, still bright red, she hangs her head and quickly turns. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," she whispers again, already dropping to her knees to begin picking up her things.
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Chrisdena turns around and sees Eleri's items falling from the bag, she walks over and picks some of the items that rolled neared her and gently handing them to Eleri, "Quite alright, these things happend. There is no need to appolgise."

Edmund blinks a couple of times, visibly surprised at the fact that something *else* has gone wrong for this poor girl. After a moment, though, he crouches down close to the floor, and begins aiding Eleri as she picks up her things. "It's alright. Here... let me help." And he helps her to gather things up, collecting papers and potion ingredients off the floor.

Her hands fly to her face, pressing against her flaming cheeks and covering her eyes as people come to help her. For just a moment she lets the humiliation win but only for a moment. Hands lower and reach out for the things Chrisdena offers. "Thank you," she whispers. "I just... Thank you.. I'm sorry.." The girl can't seem to stop herself from apologizing. "Thank you," she murmurs to Edmund as well, stuffing what he hands her into the bag as well. She even picks up the ugly little bubble. "I'm so sorry. I have to go..." Everything crammed into her bag, she pulls the strings taut and rises to her feet. "I have to go." Dark blue eyes glitter beneath a small layer of tears but she doesn't let them go. Not yet. "I have to go," she whispers again before the girl turns and flees from the room, stumbling over an errant chair before she finally finds her exit.

"Good night," Edmund calls out lamely as Eleri skitters away. Once she's gone, he sighs, gathers up the rest of his things, and starts towards the door.

Chrisdena smiled and says "Good night." Then she turns around and once again heads towards the door.

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Quick Status Question

1st Beginers Potions Class for the year