September: Potions: Year 6-7

[Meserimus Valenduris]

Final years! The most exciting year of potion making in his experience.  For him it had been the year when everything had just clicked and he seemed to know with intuition how to make the brews and tonics he was working on.   If one could be trusted not to loose ones head to a pretty girl! Oh to be young! As the bell rang for the class to start Meserimus took his place at the head of the room, sipping idly on a blend of tea he was particularly fond off.  It was good for easing the cold from his thing frame.  

He waited for the students to take their seats, before he raised a hand to end the talking ’Greetings all,’ he boomed in his tremulously loud voice.  ’I am Professor Valenduris’ he said ’I am the new potions master and head of Slytherin house, welcome to NEWT potions class.’ he looked around his new students.

’Now I am sure you are all very capable students, and that professor Prince has done an admirable job in preparing you.  To that end I should like to see you attempt a potion from last year, so I can see where you all are, and what we need to work on so that you might all get O’s in your NEWTs and go on to make fantastic breakthroughs in potion making’ he gave a jovial smile.  As before he moved to the end of his desk, and opened the door that led to the ingredient store room, his staff like wand held in his hand.  ’I will assess your technique during and your results at the end.  There are points on offer for the best attempts….what a good way to start the year.’ he said with a fluttering laugh.  ’Begin’ he bellowed, he tapped his staff on the ground, and in a pop of light each station was set up for work to begin.  

@'Castor Allaway' @'Persephone Van Helsing' @'Arthur Harkiss' @'Aamiya Peverell' @'Madeleine Backus' @'Simeon Silverstone' @'Petra Sleptova'

  

[Marceline Bartram]

Well, she had made it to NEWTs. Marcie was more relieved than she would like to admit that her OWLs had gone over as well as they had, but that hardly meant she could rest on her laurels. She hadn't any idea of what to expect out of this Professor Valenduris, but she was eager to at least not make a fool of herself.

She decided to attempt an amortentia potion, despite her general distaste for the stuff, and began to gather her ingredients.

  

[Aamiya Power]

Aamiya wasn't sure why she'd decided to continue in potions last year, but oh well. It was she final year and she didn't know what she was going to do with the classes she took, but she did know she at least enjoyed the courses she had.

She decided to start working on the Calming Draught; some of the first years this year could obviously use it.

  

[Garrett Cavey]

Garrett listened intently as the new professor introduced himself. Listening to the professors instructions, he decided to go with Felix Felicis. He had never used the stuff but he did remember how to make it.

  

[Petra Sleptova]

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.

Oh goody! A challenge in her very first potions class of the year! She was very eager to impress their new potions professor and so she decided that she had to pick a very challenging potion so he would not think her lazy or incompetent. Amortentia was fairly difficult, but she didn't care for love potions out of principle. She thought she could spot someone with their textbook open on the page about wit-sharpening potions but she didn't really want to brew that either. She flicked to the index of her own textbook and then spotted the Draught of Living Death. It was exceedingly difficult but if she did it right it would surely earn her the praise and esteem of the new professor.

With an air of diligence and focus, Pet began preparing her potion.
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[Chrysopoeia Coombes]

Chrysopoeia had taken a seat near the front of the class. The new Potions Master towered over the class and it almost strained Chryssie's neck to look up at him. His voice hummed against the stone walls of the classroom as he provided his instructions for today's task. Chryssie couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. Although she excelled in Potions, it wasn't one of her favorite subject. She had registered for NEWT-level Potions simply because she didn't know what she wanted to do after graduation. Potions was something that, generally speaking, was useful to know.

After the professor had finished and as the instruments appeared at her desk, Chryssie went to the cupboards to collect her ingredients. She had chosen the Draught of Peace to demonstrate her abilities. She didn't need to look at the book. She knew what she needed, though she did have the book open for instructional purposes.