Professor Fawcett

May 18, 2010 11:07 PM
A fine netting of pain stretched between John’s temples, just enough to make him irritable without actually significantly decreasing his ability to function. His mood was not improved by the knowledge that this situation was his own fault; if he had simply possessed the common sense to stop reading an hour earlier than he had, the mild pain potion he’d taken would have kicked in immediately and the problem would have been completely avoided. Instead, though, he wouldn’t be what his wife termed ‘fit to live with’ for at least another two hours. He’d timed strain headaches often enough to know.

Worse still, he had a class to supervise. Intermediate level – old enough to think a bit, so they didn’t have that bright enthusiasm for anything that was moderately common among the beginners, but not yet old enough for proper responsibility, which kept them away from the more interesting projects of the Advanced class, and so frequently a difficult bunch to teach properly. It did not help that three of their number were still largely unknown quantities; he had, if he wasn’t mistaken, come around almost at the same time as the current intermediate group, but Brooks, Sinclair, and Talsky had only arrived this year. They had been kind enough not to blow up the lab so far, but it would be at least next year before he trusted them to continue to do so.

Of course, objectively, he knew they would look slightly better when he didn’t have a headache, but objectivity wasn’t something he practiced when he was irritated with himself. Much easier to feel irritated with other people, too.

Irritation with himself was winning out, however. He had somehow missed a blank on the syllabus, which left it looking as though he had nothing to cover in class for the day. By the time he’d noticed, however, there had been nothing for it but to send out messages for the bulletin boards letting the students know that they were still expected to report to the lab with their books and materials and hope he came up with something appropriate in time.

He wasn’t sure if what he’d come up with fell under the category of ‘appropriate’ or not, since his senses of humor and propriety were feeling a bit more warped than usual, but at least it would occupy the class hour and do something to curb any inclination he and the students might feel toward excitement. Once he had greeted the room, called roll, and put the marked attendance sheet away, John placed his hands flat on this desk, making no move to write on the board. “Today,” he said, “we’re doing something different. Take out your textbooks and class syllabi, please. For any of you not responsible enough to keep track of them – “ he regretted that bit almost at once; it was fair enough, but a little harshly so – “extra syllabi may be found on top of the bookshelf, next to the assignment basket.”

Once everyone seemed ready, he went on. “As you can see, I made an error while preparing the syllabus. Though you can see your reading assignment in its column, the class period itself appears to be blank. Since I cannot, in good conscience, allow you all to skip class for less than serious illness or a minor apocalypse – “ best to cover all bases; there were a few too many teenage chosen ones in the course of history and mythology to not consider saving the world as an excuse he might someday be handed – “I’m turning you loose a different way.”

He was going to regret this. He knew in his bones that he was going to regret this. They might well surprise him and turn out to be perfectly competent and eager to impress their occasional cynic of a professor, but what would the fun in that be? “You have your books, and those of you who have studied them will notice that not every potion in the text made its way onto the syllabus. Today, you may make anything in the book that we haven’t already covered this year. You may include variations on things we have made – for instance, an antidote we didn’t cover, though we’ve spent much of the semester thus far on them.” He had been pleased with the scores on the antidotes exam, now that he thought about it. “I’d prefer, however, if you attempted something that can be completed within our class period. You will be graded on both the quality of the potion and how much effort I feel you put into it – a perfect, but very simple, potion may not necessarily earn a higher mark than a more difficult one which was not as well executed, so long as you don’t burn the school down. I’d advise you to look for things which you find challenging, but not overwhelming. You may work alone or together, as you like, though this will also be factored into your effort grade. Carry on.”
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Dmitry Talsky, Crotalus

May 20, 2010 1:21 AM
The dark haired Russian boy entered the Potions room with a scowl. He hated this class, and thought the Professor needed to be stricter with him. Though he had not done too badly on the anti-dote test he still disliked the class. He sat down in the back of the class like usual and set up his cauldron. He set out his textbook, parchment, quill, and potions kit before Professor Fawcett began class. Dmitry liked to be all set up for this class so he didn’t miss anything, to miss anything in Potions meant to melt your cauldron and he would be damned if he was going to be the only kid in his class to do so.

Once the Professor started, Dmitry listened in earnest. Professor Fawcett was giving them free reign over which Potion to do? He sighed and rubbed his cheek trying to remember which potions they had done last term at Durmstrang and which were not on the syllabus this term. Finally, he grinned, last term Professor Walsh had taught them how to do an Aging Potion. It was a higher skilled potion but the fourth year knew he could pull it off. He flipped opened his book to the index, found the page number of the Aging Potion and grinned again. This was what he was going to do, thirty minutes and it would be complete.

He began to look the list of ingredients, there were a lot but he knew he could get them done, he wanted to impress his Professor and show him there was no need to wonder if his other Professor had taught him well. Finally he began to make sure he had all his ingredients, a half cup of crushed runespoor eggs? ‘Check’ He thought to himself as he set four to the side.

A cup of chopped knotgrass? He looked over at knotgrass and nodded there was defiantly enough for a cup of it. Three cups sliced fluxweed? Same as the knotgrass he had an abundance of it. Two frog spleens? Check with five left over. A loveage root? Check, but he had to remember to send for some replacement as it was his last one. Crushed wormwood? ‘Check’ He mumbled to himself as he mentally put it on his list to buy more of. Sophorous bean? Check. Valerian root? “Drat!” He said softly to himself with a frown he had everything but the darn Valerian root.

He sighed and looked over his neighbor. “Hey you wouldn’t happen to have a extra Valerian root I could have do you?” He asked in his accented English. “I just need that to make my potion.” He forced a smile hoping looked genuine it would the other student want to help him out.
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Taylor Li, Aladren

May 23, 2010 1:08 PM
Potions had always been her favorite class. It was the closest thing to science in the school. It wasn't quite physics, but there was definitely an element of chemistry to it. The freedom to choose the potion that she wanted to do made it all the better, but what one to pick? Taylor flipped through the textbook going over which ones she would be able to do within the class period, but skipping over that were too easy. What Professor Fawcett had said made sense. Doing an easy potion wouldn't be pushing themselves. It would just be a lazy person's way of trying to get an easy grade.

She stopped at one that looked interesting. Blood Replenishing Potion. That was definitely falling into a medical area, which she had a mild interest in. It didn't sound too bad to do. Let's see. It required Adder's Tongue, Anemone, Flobberworm Mucus, Griffin Claw, Peppermint, and St. John's Wart. She wasn't sure if she had enough of the ingredients or not, but she figured it was better to read about the entire potion before she made the final decision to make the potion. It didn't seem too complicated. The hardest part was that it had to sit overnight, which didn't quite meet the professor's requirements. On the other hand, it was so the potion could thicken before being administered so in theory, he should be able to tell if it was correct by the end of class.

Okay, so that decided it. She would make that potion. Pulling her dark, highlighted hair back into a ponytail, Taylor went about making things just right at her table. She liked having everything in order before beginning a project. She didn't know how some people could stand leaving everything a mess when attempting to make a potion or even how the potion could turn out right if everything wasn't added just so. She was about to start chopping the peppermint when she heard a voice next to her. Looking over she saw one of the transfer students. She hadn't talked to any of them, but then she didn't really talk to many people.

"Um, let me check," Taylor said, already checking her potions kit. The Valerian root wasn't too hard to find since she had everything just so. "Here it is." She handed him the ingredient. "Which potion did you choose? I'm working on Blood Replenishing potion. It actually takes more than a day, but I think it'll be approved. My name is Taylor. You're Dmitry, right?" She didn't want to bother him, but she figured that having someone nearby to ask questions or borrow an ingredient would be a good idea.
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Dmitry

May 24, 2010 1:01 AM
Dmitry smiled when the girl handed him the Valerian root. He was genuinely happy that she had some extra that way he wasn’t forced to ask the Professor for some, he was sure that wouldn’t look good. Professor Walsh had always given them detentions if they had to borrow from him and he really didn’t want to serve a detention right now. “Spasiba.” He said and shook his head. “I mean thank you.” He nodded to her as he began to cut it up and the girl began to talk to him.

Maybe he should have taken the detention instead of asking the girl, it had opened the floor for a real conversation. “It is a pleasure to meet you Taylor.” He said in his thick accent after the girl introduced herself. “And yes I am Dmitry Talsky, I decided to make an aging potion.” He focused on chopping for a moment as he thought of something else to say. He wasn’t good at making small talk with people he didn’t know. What if she was a mudblood or someone beneath is status and someone saw him talking to her as an equal? If he snubbed her though before knowing if she was a pureblood like him then he risked losing a valuable connection.

“So do you want to become a Healer when you are older?” He asked nodding at her potion.
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