Potions Lesson Three (All Years)

Naomi headed down to the Potions with Finley, clattering down flight after flight of stairs until they reached the dungeons. While Potions didn't excite her the way some of her classes did, Naomi still enjoyed the work and getting everything just right, despite her first impression of the professor. Professor Balan was curt and to-the-point and undeniably In Charge, but he was also patient as long as you actually attempted the work, so Naomi found that she could get along in the class just fine.

Holding the door for Finley to enter in front of her, Naomi noted that two of the older years were already there. She had been surprised to receive the notice that their class was combining, but decided that it would be ok.

Potions wasn't like other classes; it was partially about technique, but mostly about paying attention to what you were doing. That evened the playing field between the years, so she was fairly confident that they'd be fine.

Aaron liked the art of potion making, but he would never tell anyone. He would normally sit in the middle of the classroom, because he didn't like the message the back sent off. He nodded his head in greeting to Professor Balan, He didn't mind the Professor either because he straight to the point. He pulled out his things and waited patiently.

While doing so, he took to thinking. He thought of nothing in particular, just small things like studying and what not. He looked up to see younger students and it made him smile a little, as he remembered the shock he had when he read the notice board. He suddenly, erased all emotion from his face once more, as he couldn't let the emotions he knew that were dying to expose themselves control him. He swore when his brother died and his mother started muttering things about him getting blown up as well, that he wouldn't grieve for him. He couldn't let that happen.

Shaking his head, he looked up and arranged everything neatly on his desk, waiting for instructions.

Venus made her way down to the dungeons once more. She wasn't as confident as she should have been, but her last potion didn't turn out too good, and she was determined to make this one perfect. She had imagined herself walking into the room with her head held high, no shame in her posture. But that was not at all how it had happened.

She ended up walking in quickly with her head down, and avoided eye contact with anything and anyone. Giving up her confidence at the door way, she pulled out her text book and notes slowly. This couldn't be any more shameful for the Hufflepuff, but she raised her head and gave a soft hello to Professor Balan as she pulled out her work. She felt as if she was a kind of disgrace to the room and art of potions itself. Looking down once more she began to skim her notes, still determined to make this potion the best he had ever seen.

Alberi had no idea if he liked Potions or not. It was interesting for sure but it wasn't his type of activity. Alberi definitely liked staying in a dark room doing something but brewing potions? Not his favourite. It wasn't like Chemistry. There things had a logical explanation why you did something. Her you just plopped things down into a cauldron carefully and followed instructions step by step. In Chemistry it didn't really matter which element you would mix first but in Potions that was fatal. And one other difference? Alberi was ten times better in muggle Chemistry than wizard Potions.

Now, he boy walked down to the dungeons. He really liked them but he hardly had time to come and be alone here. He would either be studying, reading additionally or giving himself challenges. He didn't want to grow used to magic. When he grew up, he wasn't sure if he wanted a magical profession. He was used to being a muggle, not a wizard. And sometimes things just buzzard him out. And for once he had a class he isn't good in, not in practical use of what he knew.

Entering the room, he noticed quiet a number of people. The boy had almost forgotten that the lesson would be with the older classes as well! Seeing a free table at the front, he sat on it and waited for the rest of the class. Happily there wasn't a dog here today. And that was enough for Alberi to have a good lesson.