A tapping reverberates around the dusty corridor outside the potions lab. Well more of an odd clicking, its source can be identified by anyone who enters the room as coming from a tiny condensing pipette attached to a huge mess of glass piping, bunsen-flames and bubbling canisters, each complete with its own contents of a differing colour and consistency. Somewhere behind the precarious chemically abundant monstrosity is the tall frame of the potions-master himself busily tinkering with a series of copper taps, apparently searching for the set up which provides the most effective means to... to whatever it is he's attempting to do with what appears to be all the apparatus available from the expansive teachers cabinet behind his desk.
Around the room are a variety of students of all ages, arranged haphazardly and in no semblance of order, seemingly on whichever desk has the most space available. The sound in te laboratory is hushed, bar the aformentioned ticking of instruments and bubble of solutions, clearly those present are either on catch-up with their assignments or attempting to push up their grades, for what reason remains unclear as the student body assembled seems to be almost equally split between exempliary students and slackers.
The door is open, this casual gesture obviously to encourage those who may wish to join in this casual saturday lesson. Either to ask the tutor for advice or merely to study his subject.
Etana Asperhand was far from being known as any kind of slacker amongst both Hogwart's professors and her peers. She attended classes regularly, completely her assignments on time if not before then and generally speaking she had some of the top marks in most of her classes. Potions however, was oddly something she wavered. Of all her subjects, potions was one she found most appealing, she thoroughly enjoyed it but for some reasons she just couldn't push her marks up into the high 90's as she desired. Currently, she was sitting at an 82 percentile and though it was far from disappointing it was not good enough for what Etana believed herself capable of achieving.
It was for that purpose that Etana had made her way down toward the Potions classroom, hoping to find Professor Sterling available and at ready to assist her in her troubles. Walking in slowly to the room, already filled with a few other students, Etana tugged her lower lip nervously between her lips and held the thick, potions text book flat against the supple rise of her breasts. The dark flowing school robe did little in the way of flattering any sort of figure, be they male or female, and Etana supposed that was the purpose of the unisex robe students were made to wear. "...Professor Sterling, sir?" Etana quietly approached and swallowed down her nerves. There was something about her professors that always made her slightly nervous but Sterling in particular just had that formidable 'air' about him.
SEEMS TO ME I'VE BEEN HELD IN SOME DREAMING STATE
A TOURIST IN THE WAKING WORLD, NEVER QUITE AWAKE. NO KISS, NO GENTLE WORD, COULD WAKE ME FROM THIS SLUMBER. UNTIL I REALIZED THAT IT WAS YOU WHO HELD ME UNDER.
Cassandra crept uncertainly through the door to the potions classroom, which had been left ajar to welcome students like herself to join in the study session. Inside, she could see several students who had already arrived, their heads bent over their simmering cauldrons in concentration. Although potions was something that the clever Ravenclaw rarely needed help in, she had been particularly bored during her last potions class and had allowed herself to daydream through the entire lesson. And, just in case the things she had missed came back to haunt her in the form of a future test question, Cassandra had decided to spend her Saturday bent over a cauldron. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do with her time.
She stood awkwardly in the doorway, glancing about the classroom and realizing that she knew nobody there. She was aware of the fact that most students would take advantage of the weekend's sunny weather and spend their Saturday outdoors, but she had been sure that at least one overachieving Ravenclaw would be here, attempting to improve their grade. Slowly, she made her way over to the only remaining empty table, sitting down and smoothing out her black Hogwarts robes before beginning her work.
The moment she opened her potions textbook and glanced at the page, however, she found her eyes sliding out out of focus and her mind wandering elsewhere. Instead of beginning her work as she had meant to, she found herself gazing off into space, lost in fantasies of marrying princes from faraway lands, and of all the beautiful gowns she would be able to wear if she were a princess.
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Mina had been walking towards her office, on the same floor as the Potions classroom, when she noticed the door was open. She was sure the caretaker would not leave the door opened deliberately, as it was a Saturday, and it took her until she walked through to door, ready to catch the little miscreants responsible, to remember that Professor Sterling had run the idea past her earlier on in the week if it would be possible to run an extra-curricular class for those of his students that wanted, or needed, it. Having known Miles for a long time, Mina had no problems in saying yes. She knew he would have no troubles with keeping his students under control.
Of course, Mina had no reason to be in the potions laboratory, she knew this. But she had to come up with some sort of excuse for being there. She couldn't allow Miles to know that she had forgotten their agreement. That would be terrible of her. Her mind had, of course, been elsewhere. Her father was sick, and she was worried about him. Not that she would let it show on her face, but maybe she could ask Miles for his advice on a potion or something that would help. Walking towards his desk, she nodded in his direction, as he dealt with a student.
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