Hogwarts After Dark

Regina Gaunt · Professor Potions Mistress Joined: 21 Apr 2007 Posts: 25

Regina Gaunt made a stunning entrance, snarling at nothing, slamming her door open and letting her robes billow behind her as she moved swiftly to the front of the room.
Glaring at the students, she began her yearly lecture.

"I am Professor Gaunt. I am responsible for pounding information into your mostly unused brains this term. Under my tutelage you will learn how to clean your implements, as well as the difference between shredding, chopping, paring and peeling. You will follow my instructions exactly, and anyone who is unable to do so will find themselves in sorry circumstances.

"Since I doubt any of your parents are any more capable than any of you as far as being able to follow a simple set of instructions, you will each lay out your potions kits, cauldrons and other supplies for inspection."

"NOW!"

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Misery Belladonna · Slytherin First Year Joined: 09 Jul 2007 Posts: 13

Misery sat quietly, and unpacked her potions kit, unfazed by the Potions Mistress. She set it out quietly on her desk, and opened her potions text and began reading, hiding her amusement at what she knew would happen to some of her classmates.
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Mallory Benson · Ravenclaw Fifth Year Joined: 28 Apr 2007 Posts: 51

Mallory took out her supplies, and waited for Regina to pass her. It was the same thing every year. Threats of being blown up, disembowled, Mallory had heard it all. Now that she was a fifth year and used to the routine, she simply went with the flow, and tried to make as few ripples as possible. She had learned the hard way in her own first year not to deviate from the list even one bit.
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Azalea Macnair · Slytherin Third Year Joined: 28 Jul 2007 Posts: 18

Azalea sighed at her professors obvious attitude problem. Did she really need to be THAT loud. She frowned at the lecture. Clean? me... The professor obviously meant everybody EXCEPT her. Because there was no way she was about to do slaves work. She smiled to herself, laying out her potions supplies that glimmered in cleanliness. Lucky for her she had a houself scrub the bottoms till its fingers wrinkled. She gazed around the room awaiting the professor to pick on the gryffindors... or stuck up ravenclaws. Excitedly she pictured a ravenclaw bawling in tears. It'll show those know-it-alls

Ivy LaLisse · Gryffindor Third Year Joined: 27 Jul 2007 Posts: 19

Ivy unpacked slowly.

blahblahblah she heard all this before, every single year.

But this year was gonna be different. THIS year she wasn't gonna be the one that was 'the example for everyone else'!

Yep, THIS term she followed the instructions to a T. Well...almost...

Ok...did brass scales REALLY mean brass? The clear laser cut pink glass with gold leaf for her initials were soooo much prettier...

Maybe the psycho of the dungeons would be so busy she'd over look Ivy this term?
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Delilah Ann Johnson · Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:53 pm Post subject:

Delilah let out a little squeak when the mean professor shouted. She wanted her Mommy. Real Bad. Delilah rummaged around in her rucksack searching for her cauldron, dang where was it, it was huge, why couldn't she find it. "AHA" she said a bit to loudly, Delilah looked around nervously hoping no one heard. She continued to rummage around until she had found all the pieces of eqipment she would need. She sighed inaudibly.

Mallory Benson · Ravenclaw Fifth Year Joined: 28 Apr 2007 Posts: 51

Mallory tried to keep as still as possible. Good, with the racket the other kids were making, it made her less of a target. Selfish, maybe, but practical. She already paid her dues in her own first year, no way was she going through that again.
She risked a glance next to her to see the scales Ivy--oh my god. What exactly had that girl brought to class this year?
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Sachiko Takahashi · Slytherin Fifth Year Joined: 31 Jul 2007 Posts: 18

Sachiko unpacked her beginner's potions kit and lined everything on her desk neatly. She had no worries. Either she would die a horrible painful disfiguring death in this class, or she wouldn't.

Everything else was just gravy.
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Regina Gaunt · Professor Potions Mistress Joined: 21 Apr 2007 Posts: 25

Regina swept down the aisles, examining everything with fine precision. She muttered under her breath, held certain vials up to the light, sniffed contents of packages and was mostly fine.
Until she saw some tiny Hufflepuff with her things in pink plastic containers and lost it.

"What is wrong with you? Didn't your letter clearly state plain clearly plain glass vials? Oh, let me guess, you're SPECIAL? right? WRONG!" she continued to scream in this manner, and swept all the offending objects into the trash.

"What if the cheap plastic coating on those containers fell into your potions? What would you say to your partners parents? Sorry Mr suchandsuch. your daughter died because my pretty pink container of alihotsy chipped into our calming draught?"

Finally the girl started to shake and a few tears fell. Having achieved her aims, she left and went to look for someone else.

"Very good Misery, though we don't require arsenic this term." she continued nodding at some students, and moving quickly through the ranks.

"Excellent Azalea, as usual."

"Miss Benson, acceptable"

"Miss Takahashi, very good, again"

She came to the fifth year and stared her down. She went back to her desk to find the young womans name. Delilah. Figured she'd get some kind of frilly girly hufflepuff type name. And blonde to boot.

"Miss Johnson what the hell, pray tell is that on your desk? Is that a cauldron, or a bathtub? Since when do you come to my class with a cauldron five sizes too large? Do you think you are better than everyone else? Unnecessary for you to meet my specifications? Tell me, when the Ministry begins your OWLs, will you disregard their instructions and just do as you wish?"

She continued for a few moments, before banishing the item on Miss Johnson's desk. Stupid girl would just have to buy a new one on the next Hogsmeade weekend.

Then her gaze fell on ...pink glass scales?

For once in her life, she was at a total loss for words.

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