Potions: Lesson One (All Years)

Zoey turned her head to the other side of her when a boy from Hufflepuff sat in a near by empty seat. She looked at the chair he had sat down in then slowly raised her eyes to meet his face "Hello." She said in a soft tone.

To say she didnt know what to say was an understatement. Zoey was not used to people initiating contact, not that he had done that simply by sitting down. But now Zoey felt obligated to do so, and she had absolutely no idea why she felt that way.

She bit her lip gently before muttering a simple word towards the boy "Hello." Now that she had done that, she felt a bit more comfortable "Im Zoey." She said taking a bit of a chance at actual communication with the Hufflepuff boy. She wasnt sure what to say or do after that. She wished Rebekah were there, she was always so good at talking to people

Rebekah sure as hell did not want to attend morning classes, they were so early and did not give her enough time to properly wake up. But she had no choice. So, she made her way from the Great hall to the dungeons for her potions lesson.

She walked into the potions class room and raised an eyebrow as there was no lesson plan on the board. She did not know what to do with the lack of information so she looked around for some kind of clue as to what they might be learning, but failed to find one.

She sighed rather loudly and dropped down into one of the seats in the middle of the classroom and waited for the lesson to begin so they could learn what they would be talking about. She crossed her arms on top of the desk and rested her head down on them since she felt so tired

Potions were something that Cassiopeia could tolerate even if she wasn't really that good in here. She could follow instruction for making potions easily but there was still always the chance that she could mess things up. She didn't care much about her grades really. She never really has. But this year she know she needs to pass her NEWT's with good grades.

She walked into the classroom and looked around there. "Oh, hello," she realised she should say it too. She walked towards the first empty seat. She didn't really care that much about where she did sit. She just wanted this class to be over soon. She looked up the board. She saw there nothing so she raised her eyebrow. That was new.

She wasn't sure what they will learn today so that made her sigh. She looked around the classroom, so she could see who were in this class today. She just was bored at the moment.

Potions were everywhere you turn even in different forms that weren't recognized. Gaspard thought that besides the healing and poisoning factor, wizards still didn't know how much Potions could actually do. They'd only begun to realize the possibilities that lie within them. Such as Polyjuice Potion and Veritaserum. The twelve year old desperatley wished to be part of those that learn how to create something new and have it be used for a practical purpose like the Wolfsbane Potion. That was one of the reasons that Gaspard wished to learn the craft of Potion making.

The boy hadn't wanted to miss his first ever lesson, so he'd left early but apparently it hadn't been early enough. While ideally he'd wanted a seat closer to the front, perhaps it would prove beneficial if he sat in the back. That way he wouldn't make an easier target? Having claimed a seat, he'd gotten his things out and set them just so. Taking out his potions book, he propped it up using his knees and the edge of the desk.

Zoey jumped in shock at the sound of a dropping book and noticed that their professor was ready to start the lesson. Finally, she could get some learning done. but soon, her joy turned to embarrassment and shock as Professor James took points from her for no reason. Well, he had given her a reason, but it was a stupid reason. Zoey was a friendly person. She could not help that. She sighed and rested her head on her desk for a moment before slowly raising it back up.

When Professor James announced they would be learning about the Wiggenweld potion she smiled softly. SHe knew about this potion. She raised her hand and decided to answer one of the questions he had asked them.

"The Wiggenweld potion is a healing potion with the power to awaken a person from a magically induced sleep. Which also gives it the ability to reverse the effects of the Draught of Living Death." She said hoping to gain back the points she had lost due to talking to people.

The loud bang caused Gaspard to jump in his seat nearly causing him to drop his book. Only by having quickly clamped his legs together did he stop his book from tumbling to the floor. Having retrieved his book as the professor deducted points, the boy nearly glared at his fellow Ravenclaw when points were taken from them as well. Biting the inside of his lip, he kept his eyes on the professor as he placed his book on the desk in front of him. He really shouldn't be upset at the girl for losing points since to be fair a lot of people lost their houses points and then earned them right back. And it seemed that the girl had that idea in mind because her hand went up before Gaspard's could and answered part of the question.

While inwardly he wanted to sulk at not being the first person to answer the question, the boy blinked as he listened to the answer. It was a different one than he would have given and while he might have heard of this potion, he'd never brewed it or seen it in use. Well, he'd read in a book his father had restored about the real story of Sleeping Beauty and that she'd been awaken by the potion their professor was asking them about today. And while he had no idea what ingredients were in there, he could hazard a guess where it would be useful.

Raising his own hand he stated, "It would be useful at hospitals and schools."