Professor Connell
December 14, 2007 7:23 PM
Lesson--First and Second Years by Professor Connell
Nothing ever seemed to change with regards to Marian Connell. She was, for all intents and purposes, completely stagnant in every way. Despite being at Sonora for five and a half years now, she was, for all intents and purposes, precisely the same person she’d been when she first arrived. That realization had, naturally, led to the discovery that she was destined to be, oh, a strange old crazy cat woman or something, according to her younger sister Roxie, who had been only so kind to point this out at the annual Christmas dinner (Marian had reverted to being 10 again after that comment, and kicked her sister under the table, though she was trying to forget that.)However, after a brief period of despair, Marian had concluded that her sister was right, and that it was useless to try and fight destiny, so she might as well start as soon as possible. Therefore, when Maria had asked, as a joke, if she and her husband should get her a kitten for Christmas, she’d agreed.
Unfortunately, the little orange ball of fluff that Marian had yet to name (she couldn’t see how there was actually a cat in there somewhere, and that made naming difficult) was no kitten at all, but instead an evil spawn of the devil. Apart from attempting to destroy everything she owned (magic was a wonderful thing), it had decided that the war for dominance should begin immediately, and the current battle was his detestation of being left alone.
When she’d tried to leave it in her rooms so she could head off to her first lesson of the new year, first and second years, her attempt was met with fervent yowling that actually increased in volume over time, so she’d given in almost immediately, and now there was a cat sleeping at the corner of her desk, currently hidden from the students, but, with her luck, as soon as she released them it would emerge from its hiding place to disrupt everyone as much as possible (this cat was devious.)
The creature appeared to remain asleep, though, as her pack of students entered, first a trickle, then a flood right before class was scheduled to start, and finally one or two stragglers. This class was a fairly good one, so she didn’t have any worries about them causing problems, even if the satanic furball decided to make his presence known. She let them talk amongst themselves for a few minutes, and then stood up and waited until the room was quiet before she began to speak.
“Welcome back. Today you will be learning to make the shrinking potion, also called the shrinking solution. As the name suggests, it causes items to shrink, but it also reverses the aging process for anything that’s alive.
“The ingredients you will be using, which are in the cabinet in the back, are chopped daisy roots, skinned shrivelfig, sliced caterpillar, one rat spleen, and a dash of leech juice. You should work in groups of two or three, which you may pick yourselves.
“Finally, I’ve transfigured some toads for you to test the solution on. They’re in the storage room right now, but will be on my desk by the time you have a final product. If you made the potion correctly, it should turn back into a tadpole. If it does, than bring the animal back up to my desk to show you’ve completed the assignment, give it a few drops of the aging potion that will be sitting beside the box, and put the toad back. Once you’ve completed that, you may begin your homework, which is a foot-long essay on the principles behind the shrinking potion relating to both size and age.
“Now, I trust that there will be no misconduct among anyone during this lesson,” she said finally, giving a stern look to her assorted students. “As always, standard rules, particularly those regarding safety, apply, even if your grade is being determined in a less…conventional way. The first person I see doing any roughhousing, or anything else that could potentially be a safety hazard, will get two detentions and five points off his or her house; it’s only going to increase with the next person, if anyone else is foolish enough to do so. You may begin.”
Marian wasn’t worried about whether her class would be mature enough to handle having live animals in the classroom. She had faith in her students, for good or ill. If they couldn’t deal with this in a reasonable fashion, well, it was safe to assume it would be made obvious fairly quickly, and until that happened, she could relax and keep an eye on the demon in the corner. That is, unless he rebelled before she got back with the box.
OOC: Standard posting rules apply. At least two decent-sized paragraphs, so at a minimum roughly 8 lines of text. House points will be awarded based on post length, detail, etc. Be as creative as you like; feel free to have things like explosions, spills, whatever, though if the destructive levels could be kept to a minimum, that would be lovely (my classroom is perfectly lovely the way it is, and prairie elves coming in here to clean might be disasterous).
Also, if you feel that you simply must, you may bring in the Evil Kitten of Doom to harangue your characters, though please, no hurting it (it would hurt back), and make sure whatever you do with it flows with anything that's previously (for the purposes of fuzzy time, go with thread order, I suppose, if it's absolutely crucial to have a timeline). In any case, be creative, and have fun.
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Subthreads: Shrinking Potion, its the little things that count by Talitha Cumni with Oliver Abbott
I stole the evil kitten of doom first by Holly Greer with Renaye Warren, Cecily Smythe
Shrinking by Cissy Tarwater with Liz Guthrie, Cissy
Ewwwww....rat spleens...(wotw) by Chelsea Brockert
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Lesson--First and Second Years
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Cissy Tarwater
December 17, 2007 5:42 PM
Shrinking by Cissy Tarwater
Cissy was one of the first people in the class for Potions. She had been early for a lot of things lately, to be honest, finding not much to do in her spare time. Paul was not her top interest anymore, and despite the happiness she'd gain from it, Cissy had yet to bring the insects to Sonora to place in the third year Pecari girls' dorm. Though she did bring the book she'd gotten (and hidden from her family) shopping for, gag, Horace.It had some fairly good spells in it, that Cissy would have liked to try on Horace someday. Once she learned them flawlessly of course. She had the book in her bag, and after class she'd decided to test some of the spells on creatures in the Labyrinth Gardens. Hidden, of course. Later on, when she got better, she may take up Paul as a test subject again as well.
She wasn't up for smiling, but the thought of going back into her older routines made Cissy feel a little happier when she held the book for the first time, and even now just thinking about it, sitting at her table and playing with her long, black hair. She barely listened to the professor talk, only picked up the "shrinking potion" word and the gross sounding ingredients (the ones she wouldn't like to touch so much...). She didn't even realize that the professor had stopped talking when she did, only noticed that some students were starting to move around.
Cissy tried to go over what she missed, but found that not only did she not know, she didn't care either. Still, Cissy turned to someone walking by and asked politely, but far from friendly, "Excuse me, can you tell me again the ingredients. I didn't pay attention."
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Cissy Tarwater
Shrinking
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Liz Guthrie
January 04, 2008 8:34 PM
Shrinking toads to be exact by Liz Guthrie
Liz had got to class just in time. She had been reading a very interresting book and hadn't realized it was time for class until she noticed the people around her were rushing. She then got up and almost ran to her potions class. She was one of the last ones there but she made it.She sat down in the first seat available and listen to the professor talk about shrinking potions.Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw a few people making discusted faces at some of the ingredients. Liz wasn't too squeamish, though. She had never been one to shriek at the sight of the first small bug in the area. Her mom always said that Liz should have been born a boy. She shook herself out of her reverie to listen to the rest of the insructions.When the professor was finished, she got up for the ingredients and went in search of a partner.
"Excuse me, can you tell me again the ingredients. I didn't pay attention."
Liz turned around to see a girl she didn't know. She thought the girl looked a little bored too. Oh well, this solves her partner problem. "Sure" Liz said as she put down the ingredients and sat in the seat beside the girl. "Were supose to us these ingredients to make a shrinking potion and when were done we us the potion on one of the toads and see if they turn into a tadpole. If it works we show it to the professor and if she says it's good we give the toad the aging potion on the desk. After that we work on the foot-long essay homework."
Liz got the knife and started slicing up the caterpiller while saying, "Well, lets get started already. I'm Liz, by the way, what's yours?"
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Liz Guthrie
Shrinking toads to be exact
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Cissy
February 12, 2008 8:17 PM
I'm really alive! (WotW) by Cissy
OOC: Sorry for the wait!BIC: Cissy wrung her hands bitterly, she didn't want to ask this girl anything, she didn't want to talk to her. But she needed to know, and Cissy was certainly not going to ask the teacher, how stupid would she seem then? She didn't touch her black hair as strands fell into her face as she looked at the girl who had stopped to answer her. She wanted to seem as frightening as she was to her elder brother so the girl would not seek anything more and leave, but all Cissy could some up was some sharpness and the numbness Midterm made her feel.
Cissy stiffened when the girl decided to sit next to her, oh Merlin why. She clutched hard on the desk and sat still as stone, a repulsive look in her face. Partnerships, the word reminded her of things she didn't want to be reminded of. Like the sickeningly sweet Horace, who needed to be shown some respect. As well as his extravagant mother who seemed to think very lowly of Cissy's behavior (she simply wasn't "ladylike" enough for little miss Jane). Sierra Tarwater tried to relax, she breathed in and slumped forward slightly, turning her head to her "partner"... in potions only. This girl.
Cissy raised an eyebrow at her, Liz? "Sierra Tarwater," she stated curtly, straightening her posture as she pulled the daisy roots to her and began to chop them. She wasn't going to do the essay, of that she was sure. If she really needed to, she'd just make Paul do it.
But shrinking potions, eh? Cissy had read about those before, they were in one of the rather stupid potions books Cissy had read before. It included things to shrink, which disgusted the young girl to no end. A man must have written the book, she had concluded when finished. But at least it gave her a good idea of how this potion would work.
Cissy's eyes flipped to the toads all together. Shrink them? But Cissy then moved to the teacher, did she have a nice collection of potions? Good ones, not like these stupid shrinking ones. Maybe a book Cissy could nick from her shelves? She'd have to check later. "Read off the order," she commanded her partner, Cissy wasn't in the mood to play nice.
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Cissy
I'm really alive! (WotW)
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Liz
February 18, 2008 11:45 AM
Yes you seem to be by Liz
Liz got the impression that this, Sierra Tarwater, was very uncomfortable and didn't seem to like her that much. Well, she would just have to fix that. Liz was the kind of girl who would always try to be friendly to everyone, unless they weren't so friendly to her then she would have some problems. She decided that she could try to break the ice and be friends with this girl. As soon as she gave her the instructions for the potion, which she did.While was expertly chopping up the ingredients she started to chat, "Where are you from? I'm from southern virginia. I live in a kind of split family since my dad is a pure-blood wizard and my mom ia a muggle but luckily we all ge along. It's kind fo a tradition that the first born men on my dad's side become Aurors but I'm an only child so," she did a particularly hard chop at the last word, "I'm going to be the first girl in my family to become a Auror." Her eyes lit up in determination at this last statement. Then she turned to Sierra and put on a fiendly smile and asked, "What about you? Do you have anything planed for the future?"
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Liz
Yes you seem to be
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