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Jun 21, 2015 11:10:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 11:10:17 GMT -7
Every year was the same. After the holidays, the last term of potions always drove the seventh year students to madness. The endless homework, difficult potions, and of course the N.E.W.T. exams. Haymitch had never been an easy teacher. In fact, he often was hard on his students on purpose. Especially the N.E.W.T. students. If they had made it this far in their education, then they really had no excuse to slack off. Then again there were some students that Haymitch could not imagine how they had made it this far in potions. But if they were planning to achieve good marks this year, they would have to try even harder than they normally would have in their past years with Haymitch. He was by no stretch of the imagination a "nice teacher."
Haymitch stood at the front of his class with his back to the entrance. He held his wand at the ready as he pointed it at the chalboard and began waving it in a few directions as if he were writing. As he did, words appeared on the chalkboard. "Volubilis Potion," it read. Haymitch looked quite bored as he continued to write on the board. The Volubis Potion was not an easy potion, so the lesson today would make or break this group of N.E.W.T. students.
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Jun 25, 2015 12:22:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2015 12:22:51 GMT -7
Potions was not Alice's strong point. To be honest, she wasn't sure why she had agreed to take N.E.W.T. potions, having barely scraped by her O.W.L. with Exceeds Expectations. But she wanted to be a magizoologist, and she figured a little bit more potions wouldn't look to bad to any potential employers. So Alice made her way down to the dungeons alone, feeling less than enthused. To be frank, she was dreading the class this term. Professor Aguillard was not an easy teacher even in his lower level classes so she could not fathom what type of hell he had planned for this level class. With her bag and cauldron in hand, Alice made her way down the dungeon corridor that led to the potions classroom and finally entered. She was surprised to see that she was the first one to show up. She looked up toward the front of the class and saw Professor Aguillard with his back to the entrance so she didn't bother to greet him, but she made sure to make her presence known by setting down her cauldron on her desk with a little "clank", just so he would know he was no longer alone. She took a seat toward the back of the class, mainly because she wanted to be seated near Carcer - who normally sat at the back due to his half giant status. Alice had to nearly squint up at the chalkboard to read what it said. As Alice finally made out the words, she felt her heart sank. The Volubilis Potion was one that Alice had remembered reading about a year or so prior when she had been doing all of her O.W.L. studies and if she remembered correctly, it was not a particularly easy potion to brew. Alice looked down with a blank stare at her cauldron, dreading what lay ahead of her.
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