Prof. Isis Carter
July 01, 2015 2:51 PM
To un-love [Years VI-VII] by Prof. Isis Carter
With the year officially in swing, Isis was finally beginning to feel situated in her new classroom. She had purchased enough extra ingredients to fill the supply room, and in her spare time, she even found herself playing potioneer, beginning with usual formulas and tweaking them as the urge struck her. She felt very official and grew more confident in her current position as, never one to go half-way, she threw herself wholeheartedly into the department.Still, as far as work went, Isis remained a fairly lax instructor. She assigned less work than some of her contemporaries, preferring they spend their efforts in class than wasting all their time outside of it. Her assignments were only once or maybe twice a week and usually only involved reading (which she knew meant a lot of students probably skipped it, although that would come back to bite them on the tests). Only once in a while did she assign an actual written response, although the frequency did increase with the different levels.
Unfortunately for the Advanced class, today was such a day that a written assignment was to be turned in. As they entered, it was expected that they drop their work off in the “Advanced” bin on her desk. “Has everyone given me their assignments?” she reminded once it seemed everyone was seated. After allowing time for anyone who had forgotten to bring theirs up, class began.
“Today we’ll be making the love potion antidote,” Isis stated. It was a potion that she imagined could come in quite handy if someone did something stupid and desperate (as was often the way of the teenager). “There are variant forms to this potion, but for our purposes, this one is the best. You can find the instructions to the others in your books if you feel so inclined. You’ll know you’ve successfully brewed this one when it turns pink.”
As she spoke, the instructions appeared behind her on the board, outlining each step. She felt no need to add the often-uttered statements on borrowing extra ingredients or asking her questions as not only were they redundant at this point, but she liked to keep the Advanced level classes more casual. The relationship between professor and student often seemed so strained, and while she maintained a clear authority, she felt too close in age to the students to put herself on that pedestal. Hence this class (and this class alone; the others were too young) being allowed to simply call her Isis. And after a quick look across the students before her, she smiled, “Go ahead and get started.”
OOC: Like Isis, I won’t bore you with repetition; you all know the basic rules by now. Let’s see some fun, creative posts!
Your potions instructions are:
Add four Wiggentree twigs, or until the potion turns green.
Stir until the potion turns orange.
Add castor oil until the potion turns blue.
Stir until the potion turns purple.
Add extract of Gurdyroot until the potion turns red.
Add Wiggentree twigs.
Add Extract of Gurdyroot until the potion turns purple.
Leave the potion to simmer till it turns red.
Add more gurdyroot extract till it turns green.
Stir till it turns orange.
Add seven Wiggentree twigs.
Allow to simmer till it turns pink.
Have fun!
Subthreads: If only it were that simple (tag Adam) by Francesca Wolseithcrafte, Aladren with Adam Spencer, Pecari
This is the theme of my life... by Emery Kijewski-Jareau, Aladren
Or not to un-love by Emrys Lucan, Aladren
12
Prof. Isis Carter
To un-love [Years VI-VII]
31
Prof. Isis Carter
1
5