All the colors of the wind [Years VI-VII] on Potions

Prof. Isis Carter

August 30, 2015 9:20 PM

All the colors of the wind [Years VI-VII] by Prof. Isis Carter

The curriculum guides which Sonora seemed to follow, Isis had noticed, tended toward partnering. Working together and talking through a project could be a good way to learn new things, although it also opened the possibility of distracted babble filling the allotted time instead. The good news was that nine times out of ten, Sonora students were result-driven and active learners. It was a good school.

In particular, the Advanced students knew how to get their work done. She imagined that was half routine and half interest, since they all actively chose to take this class. They were the ones she most enjoyed teaching, honestly, because it felt so conversational, which was part of why this level was permitted to simply call her Isis. “Professor” felt like a stuffy title meant for someone their parents’ age; she only used it with the younger ones because not doing so felt a little too informal.

Today, the sixth and seventh years would arrive to find their desks pushed together in pairs. Lying across each pair was a mat featuring six circles labeled with the names of different potions. What they were for, she would explain once everyone was seated. “Hello, class,” she greeted as they navigated to their out-of-sorts seats.

“We’re going to do something a little bit different today,” Isis elaborated. “In a moment, I will bring each pair of you six clear glass vials containing the potions on the mat in front of you. To test your ability to recognize prepared potions, you’ll need to sort them. For today’s purposes, you will only have their coloration to go on.”

Isis carefully approached each pair with two vials at a time. She had considered dealing out the vials before the students had arrived to save time, but having glass containers sitting on top of the desks as students climbed into them seemed a bit too welcoming to accidents. This way, she could be fairly sure none would get knocked over. “When you think you’ve got it, wave me over, and I’ll check it out. First pair to get it right gets bonus points. Go ahead and get started.”

OOC: The order you’re seeking is:

Volubilis Potion: almost brownish yellow
Wiggenweld Potion: light green
Amortentia: blueish, with a mother-of-pearl sheen
Shrinking Solution: dark, acidic green.
Draught of the Living Dead: primarily clear, with a slight lilac hint
Felix Felicis: molten gold

Feel free to mention Isis telling you if you’ve done it or not as the need arises. The vials are sealed, so no cheating and opening them. General rules apply, but I won’t bore you with listing them. Just mind yourselves. Have fun!

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Keme RunningBear, Aladren

September 13, 2015 4:38 PM

I didn't know the wind had colors. by Keme RunningBear, Aladren

Keme’s seventh year would be ending in just a few short months and unlike some of his peers, he wasn’t terribly worried about it. For a long while he had been concerned about what it was that he would be doing once he graduated from Sonora. Would he continue on into University or would he return home and work with his tribe? As it turned out, his sister helped him out with discovering what it was that he wanted to do.

He wanted to teach Archery.

Keme loved running the Archery club, it was something he looked forward to doing each week and he often wondered if the others in the club enjoyed it as much as he did. Learning, in general, was always something that he did in his pastime, which was why he probably ended up in Aladren to begin with. Over midterm, between the holidays, Willow’s family wedding, and then Willow spending time with his own family, Keme and KoKo had sat down together and discussed their lives as they often did.

KoKo had married a member of their tribe after graduating from University with a degree in Fashion Design. She now worked with the seamstresses of the tribe and created some of the most beautiful ceremonial garb for everyone. She was doing what she loved to do and was able to do it while still being amoungst the lands. That’s what Keme wanted.

He sent out applications to Universities close to home in the education departments. He didn’t necessarily need a degree to become an Archery director, but he felt that it never hurt to have one and, if never need be, he could fall back on it. Besides, education mattered to his family and most especially to the Chief. He wanted his tribal members to remain equals to those outside the lands. If the Blackfeet tribe merely stopped caring about their education, they would fail within their own community.

Beside what it was that he was going to do with his life, he wasn’t sure what to do about Willow. He wanted her in his life, he thought perhaps what he felt for her was love, but he wasn’t ready for a wedding. He wanted to graduate from college first and start his career. From what he understood of the more Traditional Pureblood families, young marriages were the proper protocol.

He needed more time to figure that one out.

Keme took a seat when he entered into the Potions classroom. He never really understood why Potions always seemed so depressing. Making potions was a comforting thing. The way some people took comfort in baking. You followed a recipe, you found a pace that worked for you, you get lost in the work, and it comes out perfect. He never really understood why a person would find any of this tedious or difficult, but then again, he never really understood why people enjoyed Quidditch either.

He thought today’s lesson would be quite interesting and looking at the vials that were placed in front of him, he knew it would be a challenge. “Do you think we’re allowed to use the revealing spell for this or are we supposed to go based off of sight and spell alone?” He thought the gold potion in front of him was an obvious Felix Felicis as he didn’t know of any other potion that turned such a color, but he also knew it was extremely difficult to make. The other potions, however, could have been anything.

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