I didn't do it! on Potions

Professor Sophie O'Malley

February 18, 2018 10:48 AM

Jeremiah was a bullfrog... [Years III-V] by Professor Sophie O'Malley

A few weeks of school had passed by now. When her students walked into the classroom, there were usually cauldrons positioned on their tables ready for them, but today, there were no cauldrons. Just cardboard boxes of varying sizes with the lids attached magically. Just to prevent anything from hopping out.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get settled,” she encouraged as the last few stragglers took their seats. “Today, we’re going to be talking about ratios. Yes, now, I know the mathematical aspects of potion-brewing and utilizing are probably everybody’s least favorite, but trust me, it matters.” Sophie produced her wand from her cloak pocket and flicked it once, allowing the boxes to be opened. “If you look inside your boxes, you will find a frog, two corked vials, and some measuring tools. You’ll notice the frog is not the right size. He’s been changed.” Some of the frogs were as big as a cat, and others were as small as an ant. Hopefully the students who had gotten the latter were extra careful, if only for the fact that their frogs would be harder to locate if they escaped. And Sophie didn’t exactly have a plethora of extras lying around. “The vials, you’ll see, have measurements on them, to keep track of how much you use. The goal is to get the frog back to the correct size. Knowing this, can anyone guess what the potions are?”

The correct answers were, of course, that the acid green one was a shrinking solution, while the dark blue one was a growth elixir. Both of these had been covered previously in intermediates, so she thought a fourth or fifth year might be able to guess with fair ease. The third years were welcome to try too, of course, assuming they were overachievers and had read ahead. The small blonde professor awarded House points as appropriate to any ventured guesses. “Fantastic. So your assignment today is to record the current size of your frog, fiddle with the potions until it reaches the correct size, and then record how much of the potions you used. Working in pairs, if you don’t mind. I don’t have enough frogs for everyone.” Stanley had done an excellent job catching frogs from Grandpa’s backyard, with a little help from Tommy since he knew all the best frog hiding places, but the boys’ combined efforts were still not enough to support three grades worth of students.

“From there, I’d like you to compare with another group and see if you can’t develop a mathematical formula to establish the amount the size changes based on how much of each potion you used. If you can only work out one potion and not the other, that’s acceptable, but bonus points if you have a formula for both. When you’re done, your frog should be about six inches in length or so. Go ahead and get started!”

Subthreads:

I didn't do it! by Lily Spencer, Pecari with Winston Pierce, Crotalus

Nah to the ah to the no no no [Affects everyone] by Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw with Amelia Layne, Aladren

Cue the third infected post to get you sick by Zevalyn Ives, Aladren with Isaac Song - Pecari

12 Professor Sophie O'Malley Jeremiah was a bullfrog... [Years III-V] 34 Professor Sophie O'Malley 1 5

Lily Spencer, Pecari

February 22, 2018 7:15 PM

I didn't do it! by Lily Spencer, Pecari

These past few weeks had been nothing but odd. Lily slumped into her seat in Potions and contemplated what had happened. Intermediate courses were getting a bit out of hand. There were strange magical occurrences going on that she couldn't really explain, but she couldn't gauge what the cause was. She didn't want to be on the bad side of any of her professors, but she was quite certain Skies was not a fan of hers. Lily was really surprised none of the other adolescents in her class had laughed with her; was it because they were too afraid or too stuck up?

Then there was CATS this year, which Lily had been trying to study for. She was doing pretty well so far in staying disciplined. She preferred studying in the gardens whilst she could, before the weather got bad. The ball also came to mind here and there. She didn't think she'd made the wrong decision, but she was still scared the ball would muck up their friendship irrevocably. There were so many things to worry about, but in that moment Lily wondered how animals were going to be implemented in their lesson today. Ratios sounded like a nightmare, but Lily tried not to be anxious about it.

It was clear what the potions were if these frogs weren't the correct size. In an effort to be a better student, she raised her hand. "One's a shrinking solution and the other, the blue one I think, is a growth elixir." She knew she wasn't the ideal Prefect like her siblings, but she wanted to rise up to the standard and be more responsible. Even though she wasn't popular with the snottier pure-bloods, she wanted to be liked by the rest of her peers. Gaining house points was an added perk.

The frog she was going to share with her partner was the size of a cat and looked at her with its grotesquely large eyes. Lily shivered a bit in disgust, but tried not to let it get to her. She was a city witch through and through, so interacting with any magical creatures besides pets was not common for her. "Merlin, that frog's big," she commented. "And slimy-looking."

Their assignment was to develop a mathematical formula based on the potions, and that bit gave Lily a load of anxiety. She was not good with maths and had tried to avoid it the best she could. 'Don't think about it,' she told herself, but as she stared at the vials that was all she could think about. "Shall we get started?" she asked her partner instead, trying to distract herself.

Suddenly, both of their vials exploded and Lily gave a little shriek. Most of the liquid splashed onto her and the frog gave a croak as it shrunk exponentially, seemingly without any cause. She was almost afraid it would disappear into nothingness, but luckily it stopped shrinking at the size of her thumb. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened. I didn't do anything," said Lily, shocked. It wasn't her fault, but who else could have done it?

OOC: Going off the assumption that potions must be ingested in order to take effect on a human.

40 Lily Spencer, Pecari I didn't do it! 357 Lily Spencer, Pecari 0 5

Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw

February 23, 2018 10:48 PM

Nah to the ah to the no no no [Affects everyone] by Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw

Georgia had had her share of crappy years. There had been her parents’ messy divorce. There had been her best friend quitting school. And she had really thought things were starting to get better for her but it seemed like there was some kind of force in the universe that was just determined that she should constantly get screwed over. This year was just one huge, chaotic mess. Jozua was being a walking disaster area, and had somehow got her dragged into it all, plus whoever else there was who’d decided to turn Skies’ hair pink and get them all yelled at. On top of that, there was still the ball at the end of the year. If the school was still standing by that point.

The poo icing on the crap cake came in Potions, when Professor O’Malley mentioned one of her least favourite words in the world. Mathematical. Urgh. She hated math so much she’d once made all the pens in her elementary school vanish in order to escape a lesson on adding decimals. She hadn’t known at the time she was a witch, although she had felt responsible and tried to apologise to her teacher, Mr. Mayhew, who, of course, had not believed that she’d done anything wrong. Escaping from ever having to do math again had been one of the greatest things about coming to a magical school. And now… here it was. Threatening to ruin her day. She had no idea how one would even go about working out a formula.

She examined her frog, which was about the size of a thimble. She guessed he needed some…. Grow potion, or whatever it was called. She was distracted from administering it by a loud bang, and turned to see - oh, of course it was Lily. What were she and Jozua playing at this year? Georgia turned her attention back to her froggle, wanting to avoid any kind of involvement in the scene. Ok. So… she should drop some potion on her frogling, and count how many drops and write it down so that she could be revealed to be embarrassingly thick later. Great.

“I guess just… try one drop at a time, and keep a tally?” she asked her partner. She rummaged in her bag for a quill, so she could take notes. And kept rummaging. Where was it? “Do you have a quill?” she asked, giving up. “I guess I left mine somewhere…” she mused, trying to remember which class she’d last used it in. But her partner would probably find they had difficulty locating a quill too. As would their neighbours. As would the whole class.

OOC - the original incident for anyone who is interested.

13 Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw Nah to the ah to the no no no [Affects everyone] 346 Georgia Kirkly, Teppenpaw 0 5

Zevalyn Ives, Aladren

February 24, 2018 11:34 AM

Cue the third infected post to get you sick by Zevalyn Ives, Aladren

Zevalyn loved potions. It was easily her favorite class, if only because it involved such scientific processes as measurement and calculated timing. Sometimes her other classes had moments of scientificity (see, she was getting to be a great witch, she could conjure up new words!) but potions had it all the time. Granted it resulted in effects that would have baffled most scientists, but the process was there, and it was comforting.

She was nearly beaming at the professor today when she found out they were actually going to calculate dosing formulas. Sometimes, just sometimes, it seemed like the universe was trying to make it up to her for throwing her into this weird world where so much of physics just flew right out the window, probably by using a leviosa family charm.

Even the small explosion behind her did nothing to dampen her spirits. Honestly, she was starting to get used to things just randomly blowing up, getting set on fire, or floating away these days. It was weird, but seemed mostly harmless.

She was in the process of writing up a hypothesis (because if they were being scientific, it was just good and proper to write up a hypothesis) when her quill abruptly vanished right out of her hand. Mostly harmless, yes, but quite annoying.

She looked up and glared about, trying to see if anyone was laughing at her who might be a good candidate to go all prefectly upon, but there didn't seem to be anyone meeting this description. "Someone vanished my quill!" she griped to her nearest neighbor. Vanishing was a pretty high level skill, and didn't even show up in the Intermediate curriculum, so it almost had to be a particularly talented fifth year. She looked around suspiciously for Jozua, as she knew he did some advanced spells in Dueling Club sometimes and had been more than a bit of trouble this year already, but he seemed to be absent today.

Irritable but determined to get back to her more pleasurable task at hand, she looked for another quill, but her spares were all Vanished too.

She frowned and looked around again. Maybe he was hiding while he did his tricks. "Have you seen Jozua today?" she questioned her neighbor. Then she saw an unfamiliar quill sitting right next to her paper on her desk. "Ah! You had one! Thank you," she told her neighbor, for providing it to her, even though they hadn't. But she had had years of practice not noticing her own accidental magic and attributing it to other people. She took it up, gripping it tightly so nobody could steal this one.

1 Zevalyn Ives, Aladren Cue the third infected post to get you sick 380 Zevalyn Ives, Aladren 0 5

Winston Pierce, Crotalus

February 27, 2018 4:14 PM

Beleaguered Innocent Bystander by Winston Pierce, Crotalus

Winston began his potions class today with a dilemma. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The first few seconds were normal. Go in. Take a free seat somewhere in the middle. It was shortly after he was seated that the dilemma occurred. Lily Spencer took the seat next to his.

Lily was, in technical fact, a pureblood in good standing. She was friendly with Ingrid, who was helping Crotalus be allowed to play Quidditch at all this year, and was currently one of his two co-captains, and Lily herself was probably going to be on his team now (though he didn’t think she had yet formally signed up). He kind of hoped she didn’t.

Partly this was because she was a bit questionable as far as purebloods went, what with her short hair and rough manners and Quidditch playing (though that last bit alone wasn’t enough to get a girl black-listed these days as it used to), but mostly it was because Winston coveted her position as the Pecalus seeker.

So as one of the three co-captains of the team Ingrid said Lily had implied to her she intended to join, he ought to make nice to his teammate. As a seeking rival and someone of better classroom conduct, however, he was sorely tempted to get up and find another seat. Ultimately, however, he decided that would be entirely too rude, and might cause umbrage with the Spencer family, who, other than Lily herself, seemed entirely respectable.

He regretted this politic decision almost immediately, once Professor O’Malley let the start working, as their vials of shrinking solution and growth elixir abruptly exploded for no reason at all. Winston let out a small cry of surprise and jumped back, and was fortunate in his positioning. Very little of the potions got on his clothing, though one sleeve was now hanging much too long off his one arm. The hideous looking giant frog much have gotten a good splash of the shrinking solution because that was nowhere to be seen, so far as Winston could find on his initial glance around.

He gave Lily a sour look as she claimed innocence and bafflement. Of course, he had been right there, so he knew she hadn’t even had her wand drawn, nevermind cast anything. He spread the sour look to include the people sitting nearest to them, whom he hadn’t been watching as closely, and wondered if any of them disliked Lily enough to try to sabotage her. Obviously it couldn’t be him who had been the target. Firstly, he was a good person. Secondly, the explosion had splashed Lily far more than himself so, obviously, it was meant for her. “Have you angered or irritated anyone recently?” he asked logically, deciding to leave off ‘other than me’ because, as he was the beleaguered innocent bystander in this situation, clearly he hadn’t done it.

1 Winston Pierce, Crotalus Beleaguered Innocent Bystander 370 Winston Pierce, Crotalus 0 5

Amelia Layne, Aladren

February 28, 2018 11:03 PM

No, no, no indeed. by Amelia Layne, Aladren

Amelia was a long way from done with her fifth year, but she was already thinking ahead two years, and she was increasingly unsure she was going to meet family expectations in the RATS courseload department. The sheer amount of pedantic fiddling - formulas and calculation and mixing tiny bits of this with tiny bits of that to see if there was a tiny bit of change - involved in more advanced Transfiguration and Potions, the sacred hard-academic subjects to someone like her grandfather and the latter a necessity if she was going to be Uncle Geoff’s heiress, just did nothing for her. She wanted to drop them both and take a trifecta of Charms, Defense, and Herbology, choose one of those to focus on in college, and then enter the civil service in either one of the more action-oriented Charms departments - reversing accidents or the like - or else help Uncle Geoff expand his business to the supply side or something like that. Granddad, however, would probably just as soon she take up dating as see her drop the two specific classes she didn’t really want to carry on with.

The funny thing was, the actual plan for what to do with herself was something he’d probably be…okay with, anyway. He had accepted Lionel not even going to college because Lionel was at least working with Uncle Geoff, who was respected enough as a potioneer for that to look decent on a resume later, when Granddad probably assumed he would have bullied Lionel into applying to college later on a I-was-poor-and-had-to-save-up excuse. Amelia’s plans involved immediate higher education and respectable options that would open doors for her. The thing was, though, that Granddad would just want the cachet of Potions and Transfiguration - or at least one of them - on that transcript. Lionel had always been a bit of a disappointment, a lost cause - not like Granddad, no-one knew where he came from. Amelia, on the other hand, was as much a source of pride for her grandfather as the illegitimate, probably half-blood at best daughter of his own Squib daughter possibly could be. Granddad talked to her sometimes about how she would surely do as well as Uncle Geoff had in life. Not as well as Aunt Helena or Alicia, he never mentioned that, but definitely as well as Uncle Geoff. And it didn’t help that in Beginners, Amelia had liked Potions, back when it had been more following directions and getting praise and good grades as a result. That she’d lose interest now that she got into the maths was not something Granddad would be happy about at all; the harder something was, the harder one was to try to do it, and never mind if one had a perfectly good plan that would let one get ahead by going around it instead.

She stared gloomily at the box in front of her as Professor O’Malley explained today’s example of why Amelia was contemplating dropping her class after next year. Fiddle with doses until she got it right, then do math. With no starting point to give them a nudge in the right direction about where to even start with the math. Amelia knew she could do this, she just didn’t really want to do this.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one. She jumped at the sound of shattering glass, followed by the sound of a loudly exclaiming Winston Pierce. He had reason; one of his sleeves looked seriously messed up, and Amelia couldn’t suppress a giggle at the sight, even though the situation did not look well at all - it looked like vials had just exploded all over everywhere. “I’m guessing someone really doesn’t like one of them,” she commented to her neighbor, who she recognized as the new Teppenpaw prefect. “Or someone’s really determined to get us all in group detention,” she added, thinking of all the weird stuff that had happened in classes so far this year.

“Yeah,” she said when Georgia proposed a research method. “That’s pretty much what I think my uncle does when he’s experimenting with stuff - he uses a lot of fancy words for it, but I think that’s just to sound more impressive.” She turned to a clean sheet of paper in her notebook as Georgia asked for a quill. “Yeah, sure,” she said. She began rummaging for her spare quills - she always carried a couple of spares in case of incidents like this, or her own one breaking and her not wanting to take the time to sharpen it right then, or anything like that - to match action to words, but frowned as they failed to appear in her bag.

“This is weird,” she said. “I always have a couple of extra quills. Oh, well, I guess we really only need...one….”

This sudden hesitancy in her voice was not the result of uncertainty about whether or not she and Georgia could do the job with one quill. Her hesitation came from uncertainty about her current perception of reality. She’d had a quill out. She knew she had because she always got her paper and quill out before class started. Crotalus influence from her grandfather, she guessed; she liked to be organized. Now, however, her quill was nowhere to be found. Tentatively, she looked around her desk, through her notebook and under the desk and under her chair, stood up to examine the seat of her chair, even peeked around the frog box and the vials, but no quill.

“What the heck?” she asked, not so much Georgia as the universe. “Where’s my quill?” The last option she could think of was that someone had nicked it while she was rummaging. In that case, the only way she was getting it back was if they had stuck it in the frog box as a practical joke. Unthinkingly, she opened the box, only for the small frog within to make a mad bid for freedom. “Oh my God!” she shrieked, throwing up her hands as she thought for a moment that its leap was going to take it straight into her face, but it brushed her elbow instead. She jerked away, not wanting it to fall into her lap, then realized how stupid that was - it was going to get away.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted, standing rapidly and drawing her wand and looking for the frog. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, do you see it anywhere, I’m so sorry - “

16 Amelia Layne, Aladren No, no, no indeed. 360 Amelia Layne, Aladren 0 5

Lily

March 01, 2018 4:04 PM

Let's pretend that never happened. by Lily

If this sort of thing had happened to anyone else, she would’ve been shocked first, then amused. However, since she was the victim, she did not find it laughable in the least. With a quick cleaning charm her robes were dry, though stained. There had to be a trouble-maker in their midst, perhaps the same person who’d had the audacity to charm Professor Skies’s hair pink. But why would anyone choose her, a Pecari Prefect, as their target? It wasn’t like she actively caused trouble, though laughing at Skies had been a regrettable moment. Was this someone’s retribution? But she hadn’t seen any spell being cast. Perhaps someone had a problem with Winston? That was doubtful.

“I was just thinking about that. Not to my knowledge,” she replied, irritable. “Well, except for Skies, but I highly doubt she’s behind this. Emerald Brockert and I don’t get along either, but she’s too proper to do something this petty. I think.”

She knew Brockert disliked her strongly, but Lily had never been concerned with her. She and Winston, to Lily’s knowledge, were of the same sort, like Jack and Charlotte—those who stuck their noses up at those who weren’t ‘proper.’ Winston was probably wishing she hadn't sat next to him right about now.

“Other than them, no one else comes to mind.” She had half a mind to return the question to him, but decided against it. He wasn’t quite so interesting to have vengeful enemies.

Lily peered into the box to find their frog and frowned at it. “I don’t see the point of creating a mathematical formula for this damn frog when we can just charm him back to a normal size.” That was, of course, forgetting the reason why they were in Potions class in the first place, which was to learn about potions.

The tiny frog uttered a high-pitched ribbit.

“But duty calls,” she sighed, suppressing her disgust. “I, I suppose I’ll get two more vials from Professor O’Malley.” Lily hurried to retrieve two new vials and returned with both in hand. “Let’s hope that was the last of the mischief,” she muttered as she set them down.

“So, I suppose we’ll have to record his current size rather than what he was before,” she said to Winston. Hopefully that little incident wouldn’t hurt their marks; it wasn’t their fault, after all, and she couldn’t afford a mistake right now. “I can record if you’d like to work with the potions.” Lily usually would’ve enjoyed a lesson like this, but she did not want to be in danger of touching that slimy creature.

40 Lily Let's pretend that never happened. 357 Lily 0 5

Georgia

March 02, 2018 9:50 PM

Oops? by Georgia

“Just glad it’s not my problem this time,” Georgia muttered, when Amelia commented on the explosions. “Professor Skies asked me to keep a prefectly eye on Jozua,” she added, in case Amelia had missed that, “Like… what am I meant to do if he starts blowing stuff up, either by accident or on purpose? It was ridiculous.”

Cool. So, they were on the right track, according to someone who sounded like they kind of knew what they were doing. Maybe Amelia knew how to do math too. That’d be helpful, cos Georgia really didn’t. Though not doing math at all was still solidly preferable.

As Amelia rummaged for a quill, and failed to find one, and made to take one that Amelia seemed sure had been on the desk a moment before, Georgia got a solid sense of…

“Deja vu…” she mumbled, trying to work out why this felt so famil- oh. Oh God. This was Mr. Mayhew’s class all over again! No, that was crazy… That had been when she was a kid. Vanishing, she knew now, was seriously complicated and was something that she would have to struggle through in Transfig. It wasn’t something she could do en masse by accident. And maybe Amelia had just… like, forgotten her quills too. That seemed a much more likely explanation. Apart from how surprised she seemed. And that she was an Aladren. And- Georgia swore repeatedly in her head. Glancing around the class, it seemed like a few people were rummaging around, puzzled. Crap. Had she done this? She was not admitting to anything, if asked.

They then had a further problem, as the froggle made a bid for freedom.

“Locator froggle!” she cast. The locator spell was much easier than summoning, and as someone who tended to forget where she’d put stuff, she had mastered it pretty early on. Plus, you didn’t always want something to come whizzing into your hand. Like… if it was a frog. Which was slimy, and if moving at speed could be… squishy. Ew. A little dot of light from her wand moved down to the floor under their desk, and began pulsing lightly once it was over their target. She definitely didn’t want to touch it, but locomotor had it safely back on into its box. Sometimes being a witch was super handy. She put the lid back on whilst they caught their breath. “So… Is it me, or is this lesson like… super doomed or something?” She was seriously revising the merits of Jozua’s ‘just sit with my head down until this goes away’ strategy.

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Amelia

March 05, 2018 9:49 PM

That's a mildish way of putting it. by Amelia

Amelia winced in sympathy when Georgia described the situation Professor Skies had put her in. “No kidding,” she said when Georgia stated it had been ridiculous. “I mean, I get she was annoyed that class, but seriously….” She shook her head. “Adults, huh?”

Of course, she promptly found herself in little position to criticize anyone else for being ridiculous. She flushed when Georgia cast a simple spell to find the frog and get it back in order while Amelia was busy freaking out. It was just so...everything. First there was an explosion and then she couldn’t find all her stuff and then she released the frog and - well, the explosion was nothing to do with her, but the other two she felt responsible for, and like she was just failing at today.

“Super-doomed sounds like a good word for it,” said Amelia after the crisis was resolved. “At the rate we’re going, this is going to be worse than that day in Transfiguration was. I hope Professor O’Malley has a better sense of humor than Professor Skies did if she gets stuck in it,” she added, rubbing her temples. “Okay. I know I have quills. I had quills an hour ago and they didn’t all walk away,” she said, picking up her bag and putting it in front of her so she could take everything out, one thing at a time. “Unless someone really dislikes me too,” she added, “but I don’t think they do, which means they have to be in here somewhere.”

16 Amelia That's a mildish way of putting it. 360 Amelia 0 5

Georgia

March 06, 2018 7:33 AM

I didn't mean to! by Georgia

Nope. Quills did not up and walk. And Georgia’s bag was a mess sometimes and it sometimes took her forever to find what she was looking for. She half convinced herself that Amelia going through he bag one thing at a time was actually going to solve their problem. After all, she couldn’t have done this.

“I’m sure no one’s done it on purpose,” Georgia echoed, hoping that Amelia didn’t know her well enough to notice that her voice was slightly higher than normal as she said it. She tried not to watch as Amelia got further and further into her bag. She should not say anything. She shouldn’t. There was no way to explain. She would be in so much trouble with Professor O’Malley. Amelia would probably be pissed at her too. They might not believe her that it was an accident. Professor Skies hadn’t believed Jozua. But she felt worse and worse with every item that her partner placed on the desk in her search for a quill that Georgia was pretty sure she was not going to find.

“Uh… Do you think stuff like this ever happens by accident? Like… even when kids get older, do they still do that?”

13 Georgia I didn't mean to! 346 Georgia 0 5

Amelia

March 07, 2018 2:47 PM

And yet... by Amelia

Amelia nodded absently, only half-listening, as Georgia said she was sure no-one had taken all of Amelia’s quills on purpose. There wasn’t, she thought, really much way to take quills out of her bag or off her desk without her permission except on purpose unless someone had...much worse problems than she did. Was under Imperius or had a brain parasite or something. Or else she had much worse problems than she thought she did, to have not noticed someone stealing her quills...even if they had floated them out of the bag, why would she have not noticed anything?

She opened her writing case one last time just to make sure the quills had not magically reappeared inside it. They had not. Her spare ink bottle was still tightly sealed, the spaces were just as they had been left, but there was not a quill or pencil end in it. How could someone - well, someone in intermediates - have gotten them out of her case and then out of the bag - and then gotten the case and bag all closed again! - without her noticing a thing? Could the fifth years Vanish things they couldn’t even see and had little cause to know were there? And if so, why would they waste that skill on her writing supplies, of all things?

...Or maybe not just her writing supplies. As she looked around the room in sheer bafflement, she noticed that a lot of people were stirring in ways that suggested a lack of quills and other writing implements. Which meant it wasn’t just her. What was going on here?

“Huh?” she asked when Georgia, out of a blue sky, asked her about accidental magic. “I - I guess it can if someone’s really stressed?” It clicked. “Do you think someone Vanished all our pens by accident?” she asked.

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Isaac Song - Pecari

March 15, 2018 7:46 PM

And I was doing so well... by Isaac Song - Pecari

Potions was a class Isaac wouldn't claim as his favorite, just because he really liked DADA, but it was a very close second. It was a lot like cooking and ever since Isaac had taken up cooking as a hobby, he found brewing potions more and more enjoyable. The math and science part of it was easy for him too, or at least came easier than other subjects.

Isaac plopped down next to Zevalyn. His original goal was to befriend everyone at school, but it seemed really unlikely at this point. He was fine having a good group of friends here that he could at least feel comfortable with, and then be acquainted with everyone else in his classes.

The explosion made made him jump in his seat and he whipped around to see Lily Spencer as the guilty party. She looked really shocked, but Isaac didn't know if he could trust her. She was a cool person, at least from what he saw, but didn't seem super studious. Plus her best friend was the guy making a lot of commotion recently.

Isaac turned back around, saving his judgments for another day. He took out his book and was feeling around in his backpack for a quill when he saw Zevalyn looking a little frustrated. "No, I haven't seen him," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you want to borrow one of mine?" Isaac couldn't feel a sharp point or the feathery end of his quill, so he picked up his bag and started to dig through it more thoroughly.

"Oh, uh, that's not mine," he said. "But I guess you could use it." Strange. That hadn't been there before. Isaac didn't know what to say about that, but he kept rifling through his bag for one of his own. "Um, do you have an extra quill I can borrow? Mine are all gone, but I swore I put it in my bag earlier." Maybe he'd misplaced it. Maybe they'd all just disappeared. But how? He wasn't going to outright blame it on Lily Spencer, but maybe there was some correlation between her explosion and his missing quills.

"Anyway, did you want to work together?"

19 Isaac Song - Pecari And I was doing so well... 375 Isaac Song - Pecari 0 5