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Post by Professor Horace Slughorn on Jul 8, 2012 20:55:03 GMT -5
INTRODUCTION[/u] Group #1: Gryffindor Sixth & Seventh Years Group #2: Hufflepuff Sixth & Seventh Years Discussion: Hair-Raising Potion "Settle down now, class!" Professor Slughorn said, waving his hands at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students. They always gave him a much harder time than his Slytherins or even the Ravenclaws. This bunch seemed to feed off each other and just cause a ruckus. He wrung his hands around his wand, still nervous about even having them brew this specific potion, but it was in the syllabus and thus mandatory. "Today you will be brewing the Hair-Raising Potion," he announced, pacing slowly back and forth in front of his desk, giving them all a look he hoped would keep them from causing too much trouble today. "The ingredients are on your desks, after you've made your potion, put it into one of the provided spray bottles and give your partner's hair a nice spritz!" He gave them what he hoped looked like an encouraging smile. "If everything goes as planned, your hair should stand on end, much like if you got zapped by lightning!" Slughorn gave a chuckle at his own cleverness. "If something should go wrong, I've already made a few ointments and salves. Or there's always the infirmary. Please begin!"
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Post by Noah Orchard on Jul 8, 2012 22:58:40 GMT -5
[ The single, crazy, un-thought out reason why Noah was in potions is because he has always had a secret interest in being a healer. Noah will tell you right now that he didn't like potions. Kind of detested it actually because nothing turned out the way you thought it was going to. Preparing potions was boring and geeky. Did he look like some science nerd to you? Yet here he was, listening to Professor Sluhorn, who had already made it abundantly clear through the years how much he absolutely could not stand Noah. He was without a doubt on the old goat's "naughty" list. At least he made en effort this year by every once in a blue moon going to the potions help club, conducted by the ever greasy Severus Snape. Today was like any other day in potions - Professor Slughorn tittered away while Noah scraped dirt out from underneath his fingernails. It wasn't until he mentioned their potions assignment and set everyone to work that Noah's lip pulled up. "Aha. No." He shook his head, even as others pulled out their cauldrons. His fingers touched the end of his hair as he spoke. "I know it looks effortless. Hell, everything about me does, but I actually put a bit of time into my hair, and it's not so that I can look like the bride of Frankenstein." Too bad he wasn't in muggle studies, huh? He wasn't speaking directly at the professor but out loud for anyone around Noah to hear. Tell me, really, when would he ever need this potion? Cheap Halloween trick? Even though Noah was determined to not let anyone near his hair, he knew he should complete the potion so he slowly picked out ingredients and popped what looked good into the pot. Noah continued to shake his head as he did his best to follow the instructions. Stir, heat and melt, add a dash - okay, so it didn't say a "dash" but measuring wasn't really his thing and a dash worked when cooking a meal so what was really the difference? If it didn't turn out he could just use his partner's spray on their own hair and no one would ever know. Now to get a partner. A partner he knew to stay ten feet away from his hair when they sprayed.
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Wendy Palmer
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Post by Wendy Palmer on Jul 15, 2012 22:47:56 GMT -5
Wendy really wasn't in the best of moods, and today's class wasn't helping.
Hair-Raising Potion, of all lessons! She let out a slight huff and leaned back in her seat, twirling her quill into the wood of the table and probably making it nice and dull and useless, but she didn't care. Today sucked, plain and simple, and would probably only get worse.
Normally, Wendy didn't tend to feel guilt over stupid little things. The fact that she was a little flirty was just part of who she was, and even though it was often harmless to her, she tended not to think about if it could hurt other people. And she flirted with everyone, really, from guys she found cute to her friends (especially if the friend in question was cute). Aidan Donnelly certainly fit that criteria. They'd passed notes back and forth throughout a Charms class a few days ago, where they'd sat next to each other while taking notes from the board, and it had been pretty standard conversation for the two of them. But looking back on it, Wendy felt a very strange sensation in the pit of her tummy, and it took a while for her to realise that she actually felt guilty for flirting with Aidan. It wasn't like she was trying to get a date out of him, or a snog or anything. It was... casual. Relaxed. Jokey flirting, even. It was just how they talked to each other. And it wasn't like Alessandra or Ian knew about the note (at least, not what they'd written) so they couldn't really accuse the other of... of what? Aidan wasn't dating Alessandra again, as far as Wendy knew, and she and Ian weren't dating - they never said they were exclusive! - so there was no reason to feel like she was... straying... from Ian. There was no reason to feel guilty, but she did.
Wendy definitely didn't like the feeling, that was for sure. It seemed to hit with a full force today, probably because she had a homework assignment due in Divination after lunch and she hadn't worked on it (well, it was bloody dream interpretation, which was the worst assignment to give an insomniac!) for the last few nights. Generally she did very well in Divination, but this would certainly make her marks slip. They already weren't very stellar this year, which definitely hurt her chances at being a Healer--
Whatever. Sighing, Wendy flipped open her textbook to the page with the instructions and scanned through them.
At least the potion looked easy to make, even if she didn't like the outcome.
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