Potions: Lesson One - Herbicide Potion (Years 1-4)

Alberi didn't like, nor did he dislike Potions. To a point, it reminded him of Muggle Chemistry, except that Chemistry was much more complicated than Potions or at least that's what he had gathered from his stay at Hogwarts. While in Chemistry they learnt every single chemical that has ever been made, along with it's compounds and even a bit of Maths. Here, it was really just mixing up different given ingredients that are in their books and from that, they make a potion. Honestly, he would have hoped for something more interesting at this school than a lesson in cooking. He was sure that there was more to Potions than that but, sadly, the teacher that he is with would never feel in initiative to actually teach them something more then the potions themself. Perhaps, had they concentrated more on why said potions are one way or another, this lesson would be more interesting.

Than again, one thing he had learnt about wizards from his years staying here is that they don't want to learn more than they should, or think they should. And that should contained doing spells, a little fighting and encyclopedic knowledge of every potion without an explanation on why.

Not very different from the Muggle world, now that he thought over it.

As he walked down to the dungeons, he couldn't help but feel a bit discontent. He was sure that, had the hat not decided that he needed to be in Gryffindor to 'loosen up' or something such, he'd have been in Slytherin. He would have been walking down these corridors, instead of tiring himself with the stairs (not even mentioning that the also had to move!) Sighing a bit to himself, he continued his way towards to room, allowing himself to get deep in thought, the darkness from the dungeons helping him get such quicker.

Entering, he noticed that the teacher was inside. 'Well, one difference from the last time.' he thought sarcastically to himself before greeting the professor and finding a place to sit down, as far from the door as possible. Happily, hardly anyone was in and he had a rather vast choice. He looked up to the board to see any sign of what they would be studying but found nothing such. 'Maybe he was too lazy to write it down.' the boy thought, resisting the urge to mutter something, before he took out a book and began to read it. He still was planning on reading as much as possible, after all.

Brooklyn let out a groan when she entered the class. A younger year Hufflepuff and an older year Gryffindor. She hated that there was no Slytherins to help her in her time of need. Yes she knew some people from her house and she usually tried to associate with kids in her house because well she was like that and was proud of it. The dark haired girl took a random seat and waited for this Professor to start, she had heard only good things about this Professor but this was her first time in this class because she was too lazy to attend the class before.

Brooklyn was a difficult girl to deal with which is why she felt bad for the boy that ended up with her. They would have to put up with all her flaws and that was something she looked forward to seeing. Brooklyn loved watching people try to understand her but the truth was, that no one really could and it was how it was meant and how it was going to be.

Brooklyn was in the middle of just doing nothing, well that was a lie when she got really bored of just waiting for this damn class to start, she took out her nail filer and began filing her nails to make them sharp. She heard someone chipper come in and she had to stop herself from being disgusted by it. When she heard him stop by her, she looked up from what she was doing and looked at the young boy. She had to hold back and eye roll.

"Go right ahead kid" she said. She couldn't really stop anyone from sitting, it wasn't like she could, this was a classroom and she was going to end up with a partner sooner or later so she might as well end up doing it now because someone was assigned to her and she didn't like them because they probably stunk or something. But she could tell that this kid was clean because she could smell him from where she was sitting. The Slytherin waited for the young kid to sit next to her.

[[OOC: Italics are sign language, non-italic dialogue is interpreted]]

"Do you remember that time Jason thought it was a snake in the grass and jumped into the lake when it was really just his dog?" Jelena said, giggling with mirth.

Elleon laughed heartily[Silent laughter while signing ROFL] at the memory of the summer spent with his friends. "Oh Merlin! Yes! That was so funny! And you were such a prankster to tell him it was a snake!"

"But it was worth it to see his reaction!"

Elleon grinned, already missing home and his friends. Back home, he didn't have to worry about people not understanding him, he didn't have to always keep a pen and paper at hand to write what he wanted to say. He could just be himself, be accepted, be part of a vibrant community.

Before Elleon could respond, Jelena was pointing at someone and interpreting. He turned his attention away from her towards the Gryffindor boy and smiled, returning the wave. He caught what the boy said though he looked to Jelena for the interpretation just to make sure, he'd read the boy's lips correctly.

"Yea, sure!" Jelana answered, signing as she spoke to keep Elleon in the loop.

"Go ahead," Elleon agreed. "You can talk directly to me if you want to, you know," he added, Jelena interpreting for him. He'd caught the inclusive look the boy had given him but too often, hearing people talked to Deaf people in the third person, which was very very rude. And many times, they would look at the interpreter instead of the Deaf person. Common mistake but very annoying.

"I'm Elleon," he introduced himself with a smile. "And this is Jelena, my sister and interpreter."