Professor Fawcett
July 03, 2010 11:03 PM
Beginner Potions II (1st and 2nd Years) by Professor Fawcett
As much as it irritated his wife that a domestic life could not have the same effect, John found that there was nothing quite like the day-to-day madness of running a classroom to keep his brain operational. He still winced at the memories of his "retirement," a ten-year period marked by, he was on the brink of being sure, permanent damage to his intellect. Sitting around playing at writing a book without some other commitments to distract him was no good for keeping on top.If he sometimes wondered if mental function was worth the occasional near miss with an explosion, well, no one ever said that there was a perfect job, and quick reflexes had been noted as useful by several trusted sources.
Still blinking a little at the now-vanished aftermath of that incident, John adjusted his glasses and attempted to brush off a dark spot on his sleeve that turned out to be ink before he turned his full attention to the beginners. Lovely group, the beginners. A bit dull, since the nature of the class was to give them the least dangerous work to do, but there were times when that was a welcome evil.
Today was such a time, which was why he was changing the schedule a little. They were supposed to be working on a Forgetfulness Potion, but he had decided to put that off until next lesson. Boil cures could have complications - John himself had melted a cauldron when his roommate Ben had been foolish enough to talk about how his father had sent the new Peavler biography through the post that day when it was John's afternoon to contribute and therefore handle most of their supplies - but the one in the books this class used was relatively safe.
"Good afternoon, everyone," he said as the last of the ones he expected for this class settled in. "Good day...Time for roll call, you all know the drill..."
Once he had the attendance properly marked, he put away the sheet. "As I'm sure you're all aware, we've been moving far more quickly since midterm than we did before it. Today's lesson will be a little simpler, though, to compensate, I will be requiring you to write in much more detail about the theory involved in this potion for your homework essay. If you will refer to next time's entry on your syllabus - we will come back to the Forgetfulness Potion later - you will find the pages of your text containing the ingredients and instructions for your potion today."
He gave them time to flip through the pages, then, once the sound died away, recalled their attention. "Take care not to add the porcupine quills until after you have removed the potion from the flame, or you will melt your cauldron and likely draw the ire of your classmates when your potion burns holes in their shoes. You will also, if it splashes you, suffer unpleasant blisters that will require medical attention. Far from the worst thing that can happen to you inside this lab, but painful enough to be avoided. Due to the simplicity of the potion, you may work together or separately, and may spend any leftover class time discussing your homework. Begin."
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Subthreads: Oh no... by Dorian Talsky with Brad Hayman [Aladren]
Bubbling and brewing. (tag: Neal) by Mariana with Neal Padrig, Pecari
*sigh* by Kirstenna Melcher with Jane Carey, Jane
Getting to work. by Raines Bradley with Sam Bauer, Raines
Conspiracy theories. by Rachel Bauer
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Dorian Talsky
July 05, 2010 2:01 PM
Oh no... by Dorian Talsky
Dorian wasn’t horrid at Potions he just wasn’t great at them. It must be a Talsky thing, Papa couldn’t brew a potion to save his life and Dimity had always struggled with them, even his Aunts and Uncles were bad at them. The only person in the whole family that was able to brew them was Mama, and she had married into the Talskys. Of course Dorian had hoped that he would inherit her skill at potions, but it was just his luck he hadn’t.He sighed as he sat down at the table and ran a hand through his brown hair. A habit he had had picked up from Papa and even Dmitry. He had to face it he was more Talsky then Bradbury. He sighed and shook his head slowly. Once he heard what they would be doing he groaned. That’s not the type of spell he wanted to be doing. He just knew he was going to get splashed by it and sent to the Hospital Wing. He bit his lip wondering if he should just focus on the homework, but then he would get a failing grade and Papa would be highly upset.
Finally he turned to the person next to him. “Would like to be my partner?” He asked in his crisp English accent.
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Oh no...
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Brad Hayman [Aladren]
July 06, 2010 12:49 PM
My thoughts exactly by Brad Hayman [Aladren]
Brad had to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he entered the Potions classroom. Professor Fawcett was quite possibly the most boring teacher to walk the earth, and the first-year had fallen asleep in his class on multiple occasions. Brad tried to make lessons interesting even when they weren’t too fascinating at face value, but there were certain things like crossword puzzles, essays, and potions that simply bored the kid to death.At the professor’s instructions, Brad’s ears perked up. Whoa, was there danger involved in today’s lesson? Was there the possibility that he’d need to swoop in and save someone if they got burned? That was exciting—it was the first time anything he’d heard in this class had made his heart pump slightly faster than normal in anticipation.
Unfortunately, his hopes were dashed when he quickly turned to the textbook pages on the syllabus. “Boil cures!?” he exclaimed incredulously. “Come on!” He frowned in annoyance. Couldn’t they learn about more interesting cures, like how to heal broken bones and head injuries? Those were the kinds of things that would actually come in handy when Brad became a superhero. Boils were hardly an emergency situation…
He turned to the boy next to him when he asked to be partners. “Sure,” Brad replied reluctantly. The potential dangers of the potion were awesome, but the potion itself was just so lame. The Aladren stroked his chin in thought. “Hey, you wanna look for a more interesting potion in here,” he indicated his textbook, “And work on that instead of this? I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t care less about curing boils…” He shook his head.
“I’m Brad Hayman, by the way,” he said, extending his hand and giving the boy a smile.
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My thoughts exactly
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