Professor Sophie O'Malley
July 23, 2016 11:36 PM
Bright and colorful! [Years VI and VII] by Professor Sophie O'Malley
“Hey, everybody,” Sophie greeted her Advanced class merrily. She was always a far more chipper person after lunch. For one thing, she had been fed a solid two times now, plus it meant it was her last class of the day and could soon return home for the day and begin her real job, switching titles from Professor to Mama. Both titles were quite important to her, but even with the lecturing and monitoring and grading required by the former, the latter position was easily more difficult. For one thing, these were somebody else’s kids, so as much as she was attached to them, particularly the bunch she was related to, there was still less pressure to not screw them up. They saw her for an hour or two and were gone. No big deal. She had her little buggers for at least fifteen and a half more years.“So, today we’re doing things a little bit different. We’re going to play an identification game. In pairs, you’re going to figure out what potion is in each vial. There’s plenty of ways to tell, but today we’re going on color alone.” She slid the stack of sheets to the nearest student. “One sheet per pair is fine. You’ll write down the order left-to-right of the potions I bring out or you.” With that, Sophie turned to the enormous box of vials behind her and began slowly bringing them--six different colors, in total--across the room in twos.
It took a little while (Sophie was naturally clumsy and didn’t want to drop any of her hard-brewed potions onto the floor) but eventually they were fully distributed. “Alright guys, go ahead and get writing. When you’ve got the order written down, bring me your sheet and I’ll see if you’ve got it. First pair to get it will get a prize.” There was a chance the prize was candy. (It was most definitely candy.)
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 bringing the sheet to Sophie/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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Isaac Douglas, Crotalus
August 03, 2016 2:47 PM
Ooh, shiny. by Isaac Douglas, Crotalus
Isaac had been worried about the RATS all year – hard not to be, really; it helped, some, to tell himself that a truly ridiculously anal test would not need to advertise itself as such, that it was all swagger and bravado on the part of the test-writers which was meant to intimidate him to a greater degree than the project really warranted, but try as he would, he couldn’t persuade his knowledge of basic manipulation in advertising to completely take away the fear of rodents – but it had always been a background thing, not anything urgent. Months and months had stood between him and the nasty, squeaking, creeping little plague-bearers. It wasn’t pleasant, knowing (to stretch the metaphor entirely too far) one was going to have one’s face gnawed off eventually, but as long as it was ‘eventually,’ and such an ‘eventually….’It wasn’t such an eventually anymore.
Over and over again, Isaac reminded himself that he was okay. He was not brilliant, sure, but neither was he an idiot. He got to the answers in a reasonable time and he was a perfectly competent wizard, one who moreover had common sense and caution to help him use said competence to its full advantage. For the most part, he even believed himself. Every now and then, though, he’d sit down in a class and a tingling feeling would run up his spine, the chill of dread that he imagined would come when one first realized one could see the outline of the prison one was about to be thrown into from the boat moving inexorably toward it. He wasn’t to the doors yet, he wasn’t even to the shoreline yet, but there was no longer any denying that the only thing that would stop him from getting there was drowning, which didn’t sound particularly pleasant, either.
Accordingly, he rubbed his hands together nervously as Professor O’Malley cheerfully carried on, quite as though she didn’t know that the mere word ‘game’ brought to mind such horrors as could hardly be imagined to her students. Maybe it didn’t for the others. Maybe to them, review games were something other than reminders of what was to come. Maybe Isaac would have even thought of something else on a day when he was in less of a dramatic mood. He didn’t know. He just knew that right now, he didn’t want to play a game.
Would they have to do this in the RATS, he wondered? Identify potions by sight alone? These weren’t that difficult to recognize, not after spending night after night with the huge stack of flash cards he’d bought while he was home for Christmas – not all of them, anyway; there were a couple he wasn’t sure of on sight, but the gold of Felix Felicis and shine of amortentia were easy to spot at a distance and he was sure he’d think of the others in a minute – but there were many obscure potions, all of which he was supposed to know by heart by now. How could anyone who didn’t go to be a Master in the subject learn them all by June?
Two heads might well remember more than one, but Isaac still didn’t want a partner. Working with others meant that someone was definitely going to notice even the smallest possible mistake. Orders were orders, though, so Isaac found a small (it never…well, all right, only rarely did to be too enthusiastic) smile for one of his neighbors. “Shall we?” he asked, nodding to the set of samples before them.
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