Potions: Lesson One - Draught of Peace (Years 5-7)

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With the headache that was the younger years over and done with, James sat back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh. He was not sorry to see the back of that lot, of that much he would openly admit to whoever walked through the door next. Though, of course, that would mean conversing with his students, and James simply did not do that.

Leaning back in his chair, James stretched out his back, reveling in the small cracking sound of the joints before he sat back in place. Only another couple of hours before he was done with his day, and he could honestly say he was ready for this all to be over.

Checking the clock one last time, James could see there were a few minutes until the bell was about to go. Students would be arriving soon, so he molded his features in to their usual unimpressed state. This year was not going to be any easier on the older years, of that much he could promise.

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Being a seventh year was certainly no easier then being a sixth year; not only was this their final year at Hogwarts but Aiden was also a Head Boy, something that had certainly surprised him when he got the badge in his letter from Hogwarts. It surprised him so much he just stared at it for half an hour.

Potions, Aiden knew, would be his easiest subject to pass but it would also be hard. Depending on how their Professor would be through the year; the Slytheirn just hoped that James wasn't in one of his bad moods.

Stepping into the room, he looked around before focusing on the Professor. "Hello Professor Balan." He murmured before moving to his seat and pulling out his quill and some parchment as well as his book for Potions. He wondered, not for the first time, what kind of Potion they would be learning about today.

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Potions was one of those classes that didn't highly interest TJ, but also didn't bore him either. He was okay at it, too, which always helped. The only thing that he didn't like about the lesson was the professor, but then that was the general consensus of the whole school, so he wasn't on his own with that one.

Stepping in to the classroom, TJ ignored the professor. Instead moving through the desks to one somewhere in the middle. "Aiden." TJ acknowledged the Head Boy as he passed. He only knew the boy by name, but thought he'd be polite anyways.

Once he was seated, TJ took out his books, getting ready for the lesson to begin. Hopefully, Amy would be joining him in this class - and maybe, if they were lucky, they could work together on the potion of the day.

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Checking her schedule, the seventh here found herself sighing. Well, it could be worse, but Potions was her next lesson for the day. People didn't like potions because of Professor James Balan. A very, very handsome man, with a cold heart and a desire to give detentions. But to Amy, he didn't look like that.

Amethyst believed that James Balan was kind, people just couldn't see it. And she believed that because TJ was doing the same thing, He wouldn't let anyone in, sometimes he was cold and distant, and preferred to be alone and all that because he just didn't want to put anyone in danger. But he was not mean.
He had the most beautiful soul Amy had come across, and for that, James Balan had an alibi for his behavior.

Moving out of her Common Room, Amethyst made her way to the Potion Classroom, that wasn't quite far. The Halls were somewhat silent, and Amethyst smiled at that. She wasn't a fan of the crowd.

Arriving at the Classroom, the Hufflepuff moved in, nodding at the Professor and quickly scanning the classroom. TJ was there, and Amethyst wasted no time. She moved rather quickly towards him, giving him a small smile and gave his hand a small squeeze.

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Lux forced her reluctant feet to take each step to the potions class. Potions did not agree with her. That job was obvious. It wasn't that she was terrible at it. In fact, she thought she was alright. At least she didn't fail miserably and that was all she needed. But the precision that came with that particular field irritated her to no end. One always had to be careful and measure every drop accurately or one might end up with something entirely different from what one expected. One might even turn into two, or three, or four.

Before she stepped into the classroom, she exhaled, thought about people getting run down by busses and getting their tongues slammed in car doors to calm herself down. Getting riled up would only end disastrously when dealing with potions. Lux entered the room and walked past the professor without acknowledging him. From what she'd observed, he wasn't the sociable type and that was just fine with her. She stalked to the back of the class and sat down.

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After the summer holidays, Lucy was a tad reluctant to get back to the cumbersome routine that was school. Luckily, the first class she had was one of her favourites, and one that she was rather good at. However, she knew this year, it would become more difficult than it had previously been. But, she was determined to maintain her grades in the subject. If she fell behind during her O.W.Ls, it'd be almost impossible, without extreme exertion, to catch up in later years, and Lucy wasn't willing to stress herself out due to her own folly. After all, stress marked the face.

She made her way to the potions classroom, and saw a few other students already there. She gave a silent nod and a smile to the professor and found an empty seat in the middle of the classroom. She readied her equipment and waited quietly for the lesson to commence.

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The dungeons were, of course, one of Violet's favourite places. It should follow that potions was her favourite subject. And it was. She enjoyed learning about draughts and poisons, remedies, whatever it was they were learning about. Knowledge of such substances would be useful not only in examinations, but certainly in the outside world. Especially if one day she needed to poison an opponent, or perhaps heal herself from poison.

She walked casually through the dungeon, taking in the damp, musty smell, and dark, cool feel of the corridors, taking her time, knowing that she wasn't yet late for class and in no rush to get anywhere.

She reached the door and decided that she'd better go in. She found a seat at the back of the classroom, not bothering with useless courtesies such as greetings or acknowledging anyone. She saw no need for it. Instead, she readied her materials for the lesson.

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As the students filed in - quietly which was much more to James' liking than any previous session - James watched them taking their seats. Only one set of students sat together, and he noticed almost immediately they were a couple. A small, cruel smile touched James' lips upon noticing this.

How fortunate.

"Miss Vine, thank you for your displays of affection, they're not necessary in my room. For that, you and Mr Hostetler will be testing your potions on one another at the end of the lesson. And, a deep sleep will not rid you of your homework." He told them, his lips curling in to an amused smirk before he turned to the rest of the class.

"Those of you who are observant will have found the lesson on the board. For those who are not, I suggest you look now." James told them, giving a mere second for the slow ones to catch up. "What is it, what does it do, ingredients?"

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Finally, the lesson was beginning. She waited as Professor Balan told off the couple in the room, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. It was a classroom, not the place to have PDAs. Regardless, she focussed herself back on the subject at hand, and was rather pleased when the Professor decided to brush them off and do the same. He jumped right into things, which was exactly how Violet liked her lessons.

Violet didn't wait for anyone else to speak, nor did she raise her hand before she spoke. She wasn't one for such formalities. "There're only three ingredients- powdered unicorn horn, hellebore syrup and powdered moonstone, I believe." she said in her dull voice "And somewhere I'm sure that I saw powdered porcupine quills added to that too." she added "And adding too much of an ingredient can really screw it up." she finished.

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Late, late, late, late, late.

Finley Allen was late and in a mess. Which meant that he was scurrying around his room, collecting his books and clothes and throwing them on or in to his bag with so much haste. He was more worried about heading to his next class, though, with Professor Balan, he knew he was going to get a roasting. But it would be nothing in comparison to the roasting he would get if he didn't turn up to the class.

And, unfortunately, he wasn't going to have Naomi there to help him, or back him up. In fact, he was going to be alone in the classroom.

Entering the room, Finley shyly shuffled in, hearing Balan asking a question and wincing. "S-sorry, professor." He apologised quickly, moving past the professor very quickly and sliding in to the first seat available - next to Aiden, the Head Boy. Merlin knew if that was a good idea, but he hoped the Slytherin would be enough of a buffer to not have too much attention drawn to himself.

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