Advanced Potions Class One (Closed)

[Calderact]

OOC Note: This class is closed, only people who signed up for the class in my Plot thread are allowed to post in here. If you wish to sign up for this class, or another Potions class, please visit the 'Plot' link in my signature. Remember, no one but the Death Eaters in Calderacts Inner Circle knows he is also Alverus Clinkz.

Class Begins

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The classroom seemed to be ringing with the sound of voices from the Advanced Potions students. Their voices echoed off of the walls of the dungeon as they chattered away without the supervision of their new Potions Master, who had not shown up for class yet. An enormous grandfather clock stood behind the teacher’s desk, which was situated at the head of the room in front of all the experiment tables. On the student’s left side of the teacher’s desk, they would see a very large chalk board with ‘Advanced Potions Class One’ written at the top as the header, and on their right side of the teacher’s desk they would see his own personal experiment table, loaded to the brim with potion making equipment including many vile, ingredients, and other odd looking objects. The big hand on the grandfather clock clicked upward to the twelve, the little hand moving slightly to the nine o’clock position, and a thunderous roar echoed throughout the classroom. The chiming of the clock was almost deafening, as if by some magical method it was amplified just to announce the time, and gain the students attention. The clock chimed nine times, and after which became silent, leaving the students quiet, and slightly deaf along with it.

A few moments later, a man seemingly jogged into the room, nearly out of breath and slightly sweating down his brow. The man looked young, in his early thirties one would say, and very handsome, with short black hair that was messy as if he had just gotten out of bed, a black students robe that was made to fit him without the house patch on his chest, and a tie that was half tied around his neck, but almost about to slip off. The man rushed over to the desk without a word, and dropped his shoulder back down on top of his chair, straightening his robe and attempting to tighten his tie and mat down his hair, but to no avail. ”Good morning students. I am Professor Alverus, and I am your Potions Master,” he began, writing his name on the chalkboard underneath the title. ‘Alverus Clinkz’, a strange last name, but what wasn’t strange in the wizarding world? ”This is Advanced Potions, class one, if you aren’t in the right room, then get the hell out because I don’t want you here.” He waited with a serious look on his face as the students seemed to look from one to the other, mumbling slightly, ”I’m just kidding everyone. A joke is all, I can’t exactly be stiff like some of your other teachers just because they stick me in a dungeon, now can I?” He chuckled as he said this, and put his piece of chalk down, walking over to his experiment table while grabbing a piece of parchment on his desk. ”We’re going to get to having fun right away, so as I take roll call, please get out your potion making equipment. Let’s see what types of wonders we can produce today.”

[Zachary A. Frost]

<sub>Zack slumped lower, eyebrows raised in disbelief. That was a teacher? Christ. This class was going to be a real riot now wasn't it. He dug his potions equipment out of his bag, piling it rather haphazardly on his desk. The student across the way accidentally bumped into him, receiving a low, acid hiss and a promise of certain death if 'Butterfingers" didn't "watch it" next time. His temper flared uncontrolled and smoldered down just as quickly.

Distracted he nearly shattered a vial and just about broke a scale. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers and took a deep breath, Get a hold of yourself. The violent animal within went slowly back to sleep, growling all the while. Somewhat calm and under control now he began to organize his things on his desk, doing his best to focus on the task at hand and not get distracted by his thoughts. He needed to get through this.

Desk tidied up now he sat back again, hand slipping into his robe pocket were his black female rat, Spooky was curled up, sleeping peacefully. Untrusting of his dorm mates and there owls that frequently visited, he carried little Spooky along with him through out the day. She slept or explored the contents of his bag, sniffing out the treats he left in there for her. She was a reminder for him not to loose his temper and stab someone in the eye with his wand, or a similar object. He scratched behind her ear, watching the massive clock behind the teacher's desk or staring off into space.</sub>

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

It was far too early in the day, and far too early after her transformation to be going to classes. Atleast it was in Ash's opinion. She was extremely tired, felt sick, and was completely exhausted from the previous night's events. Being a werewolf could sometimes be rather painful, and a nuisance, and not only had she had the curse of lycanthropy, but she had a lack of sleep thanks to Calderact and his curse inducing bite. The most she got a night was about four hours, and she was quite sure she was on the verge of fainting.

Having woken up extremely late, the pale girl hastily stripped down from her pyjamas and dressed quite messily into her Slytherin robes. Her tie was left quite loose, the buttons on her shirt were done up wrong, and the top two were left unbuttoned. Her hair, though brushed, was quite messy aswell and draped over her shoulders and part of her face, causing her to appear quite feral. Her eyes were narrowed with sleep, and Ash's overall demeanor was that of tireness and exhaustion.

She was going to be quite moody.

As she grabbed her potions books and her wand, stuffing them into her messenger bag, Brutus slithered behind her as she rushed out of the Slytherin dormitories and towards the potions classroom. She already knew that she was late, and could care less about that, but she didn't want to be shouted at too much. She was always in trouble as it was.

"Brutus, you can't come into class with me. Go and get food in the Forbidden Forest or something." The female ordered the giant python behind her as she came to stand outside the classroom. However, her words did not come out as English speech, but as hisses instead. She was a parselmouth and she had just ordered the snake in such the language. She thought that a curse aswell, and really quite hated having the gift to be able to speak to snakes, though she did love Brutus and her conversations with him.

She watched as Brutus stared at her, and then reluctantly turned and began towards the common room once more. Sighing, Ashley opened the door to the room and stepped in, glancing around once. She let her eyes fall upon the professor, and without saying a word, she made her way to the furthest desk, sp that she could continue to be alone and away from as many people as she could. She was still pale aswell, and knew that she looked like a complete mess, so she didn't want questions asked.

She set her bag down, reached in for her things before setting them before her, and then waited silently.

[Nalean Silverstar]

Nalean was talking to a fellow Gryffindor when the new potions professor came running into the classroom. He was out of breath and had sweat running down his brow. Great she thought looking at the professor. She hoped his lessons would be more organized than his appearance, because he looked as though he had just gotten out of bed. He could at least have put on robes that actually fitted him she thought amused. She dug in her bag and dragged out her textbook and potions equipment, this should be interesting.

She watched him as he wrote his name on the board, Clinkz. She frowned slightly as she read his surname. Odd surname, but then again wizards tend to have odd names and surnames She thought to herself. She rolled her eyes at his attempts of a joke, she admired him for trying but thought he would need some help with coming up with new jokes. Maybe he should go make a visit to the Weasley's Wizard Weazes for some help she mused. She raised her eyebrows slightly when he said that they were going to have some fun, most professors didn't see OWL and NEWT subjects as a bit of fun. She still remembered the lecture that her class had gotten the previous day in Transfiguration about how NEWTs was the next big step in their life to adulthood.

[Faiya Zanzia]

Faiya grumbled under her breath as she entered the classroom. It was absolutely vile to hold Potions class this early. Right smart idea of the staff, making students wake up early for Potions. Advanced or not, someone was bound to be tired and make a mistake. Potion mistakes tended to be very catastrophic, and she liked all her parts in working order, thank you very much. Stifling a yawn, Faiya glanced about the room. She appeared to be one of the last ones in, even though the Slytherin Common Room was so close. Guess that’s what she got for waking up late and dawdling.

Walking casually to a seat, Faiya immediately sank into it. Fighting the urge to lay her head down and catch a few minutes sleep before the professor got here, Faiya reached into the bag she’d plopped down beside her desk. She pulled out her textbook as well as her potions kit bemoaning the fact she’d have to make a potion his early in the day. Deciding enough was enough and a pessimistic attitude would get her nowhere, Faiya resolutely set her things on the desk. If she had to be in the class this early, she might as bloody well excel at it.

A black-haired man jogging into the room interrupted her thoughts. Raising her eyebrow at the person who didn’t appear that old, Faiya wondered who it could possibly be. Surely such a display couldn’t be coming from the Potions Master. A few minutes later, however, Faiya was staring dumbstruck at the man. He was the bloody professor.

’How can he be the Potions Master? He smiles! Bloody hell, he makes jokes! There is something inherently wrong with a cheerful Potions Master!’

Oh, it would be a long year indeed if the professor—Alverus Clinkz he said his name was—acted this way every class.

[Spencer Cameron Adams]

It was the oddest thing to be on time, really. It was a knack of Spencer's to commonly arrive a few minutes late, simply because he hadn't felt like going to class, and by the time he'd convinced himself to do so, he didn't have enough time left to arrive when he should. A class so early in the morning usually meant an even later arrival, but not today. Today, he arrived on time, and compensated by falling very near to sleep the moment he found a desk to sit in.

Of course he'd chosen one toward the back, though not all the way so. He was in the second to last row, he believed, though he hadn't paid much attention. He'd merely chosen a desk away from the main mass of students, and whilst everyone else chattered away, remained silent, and severely slumped in his chair. His arms were folded across his chest, and his eyes closed, concentration focused on ignoring the loud talking around him.

The only reason Spencer was currently in this Advanced class, rather than a normal one, was his mother. While he had the intelligence to keep up, and even get top marks, he did not have the drive. Though, Potions did rank second behind Defense Against the Dark Arts as Spencer's favorite class, and so it would certainly receive more time and effort than any other one of his classes, but still not as much as it required.

He heard the giant bell chime, and a frown creased his lips. As if it hadn't been loud enough in their already. A few moments later however, he was thankful for it, for it had silenced the students rather effectively. He heard running footsteps a moment later, though did not open his eyes. Then the professor spoke, and his eyes flickered open. He scanned the room, wondering if it would be possible for him not to set up his potions equipment, and go unnoticed in the act.

A girl arrived late a few minutes later, and his attention lingered on her briefly as she sat down in a desk a few behind him. The pair of them were away from the general congregation, and yet separate from each other at the same time, which worked fine for him. The only unfortunate part was there were no bodies to block the sight of his empty desk, and so with a quiet sigh, he began to set up his equipment, clearly wishing he was still in bed.

[~Lucien Iyesterius~]

Emerald eyes were fixed on this new Potions Master, checking him out and summing him up. So far, it was a good prospect for the man in Lucien Iyesterius's eyes, though of course he could do better with the joking. He seemed serious at first...

The Vampire had, until the clock had chimed and shattered his concentration and inner ear, been writing quite happily in his notebook. He liked to write down the day's events as he perceived them, and was also quite taken with writing in general.

He was also a bit skittish about sitting sandwiched between anyone. Genial he might have been, but he'd had enough experience grinning and then getting alienated. Now he just wanted to stay in the back row--seated in the middle, instead of the sides--and take things at his own pace.

Once the teacher instructed them to start setting up, Lucien did so. He was glad that he was in this advanced class, he always loved a challenge.

[Calderact]

OOC Note: Anyone who makes their first post after this who did not post before me, just act as if you were in the class from the beginning, or if you prefer, come in late.

Your First Task

Professor Alverus took roll call of the students, after which he proceeded to crumbling up the piece of parchment with that day’s attendance on it, and threw it into the waste paper basket behind him. ”Alright everyone stop moving around, quiet down, quiet down. Since I didn’t hear any laughter at my joke, you all apparently don’t believe I am funny. Well, I can remedy that fairly quickly.” The Professor grabbed a small vile off of his desk, and walked casually around it to the front of the class, making his way through the middle isle of work tables until he was directly in the middle of the classroom. ”I’ll just, blow us all up then shall I, if no one thinks I’m funny.” The Professor reared back and hurled the vile at the waste paper basket he had discarded the students attendance in, and as it hit the can, the vile exploded violently. The flames erupted upward, but instead of spreading out, the flame immediately drew back into itself, and engulfed the trash can in fire for a moment, before the entire thing disintegrated into a pile of ash and the fire disappeared completely.

”The Incineration Potion. Not all potions are meant to be drank, my dear students. No quite the opposite in fact, if one of you had mistakenly drank that vile, you’d end up just like that poor waste basket in the corner. When brewed correctly, the Incineration Potion will ignite a flame upon contact with any solid surface, besides that of glass, and the effects of the potion will remain and be limited to the contact surface. Should I have missed the basket, and hit the wall, we would now be in a three walled dungeon room, to say the least, it would have incinerated the entire wall.” The Professor smiled as he looked around the students for enthusiasm, putting his hands into the pockets of his robes as he walked slowly back up to the front of the room, turning around as he reached the front of his desk and sitting on the edge of it as he continued to speak to his students. ”You are here to pass your O.W.L.S, or your N.E.W.T.S this year, that or you truly do enjoy the mysteries of potion brewing. Regardless of your reasoning, it is your choice to be here, and I force none of you to come to my class. I will never again take roll, and I will not punish you for being late, or not showing up at all to my classes. I will not give you tests or quizzes, nor will I require you to complete the homework I assign you. You are all old enough to do things on your own, and you’re your own decisions, I am only here to help you further yourselves as young men and women. Should you choose to be here, and to pass your final exams at the end of the year, I will be here every day to help you meet that goal. Should you decide against that, well then, piss off.”

Professor Alverus looked down at the ground, circling his foot in the dust of the dungeon floor as he chuckled to himself, his hands still firmly placed in his pockets. …And all the while, I will train you to oppose those who oppose me, and when the time is right, I will use you all to my advantage… the Dark Lord thought to himself as he looked up with his nonchalant smile attached to his face. ”I’m not here to pester you, or make you do things you don’t want to do. I’m here to help you, and to guide you in the art of potion making at this time in your lives. The Incineration Potion will not be on your OWLS or NEWTS, nor will you find it in your books, but I thought it might be a fun potion to attempt today. I have prepared special cauldrons for your use today, I would also like for you to work in pairs. Please find a partner and follow the instructions I write on the board, do not deviate from the instructions, and remember the most fundamental rule of potion making, make EXACT measurements! At the end of the class, the pair with the best potion will receive a prize, you will find all you need in my ingredient cupboard, do not hesitate to ask for assistance. Off you go then.” Professor Alverus waved his hand in the air, and glass cauldrons appeared at each work station. He got up from the desk and walked around to the blackboard, where he began to write down the instructions for the potion.

Weigh 12 fluid ounces of green dragon blood, and heat slowly in cauldron until a temperature of 250 degrees. Gently stir in three newt heads, one fluid ounce of vampires blood, and three lacewing flies, in that order, and heat cauldron to 300 degrees (Potion should be dark green in color after this step). Cut one, two ounce essence of fire into halves, and place one half into the cauldron whole (Potion should be light blue in color after this step). Crush the other half into a FINE powder, and sprinkle into the cauldron, stirring while sprinkling. Continue stirring until the potion is a bright orange in color.

[Faiya Zanzia]

Faiya cocked her head to the side, wondering what he’d do to show them he was funny. Eyes widening slightly as the professor mentioned blowing them all up, Faiya held her breath when he chucked the vial he’d had in his hand. As the vial contacted the trash can, it exploded. Before she could even think about moving away from the flames, the flame had engulfed the trash can and completed obliterated it. ’Oh, what a neat little potion…such a cool effect!' Faiya turned her head away from the trash can to the Potions professor as he began talking. Her enthusiasm about the potion grew; it would be quite the weapon to have. Incinerating things completely….it could come in handy, to put it mildly.

Faiya took in what he was saying about not taking roll or punishing them. That’s all very well, she thought. Pointless things such as roll calling wouldn’t interrupt class time. Faiya mentally retracted what she’d thought earlier. If all classes were like this one, she would enjoy the time. Maybe even get to where she enjoyed it (not that Faiya’d ever like he earliness of the class). Faiya was looking forward to making the Incineration Potion, but did they have to work in pairs? She did her best work alone, after all. Sighing, she looked up at the instructions he was writing down on the blackboard. While not a simple potion, it wasn’t as complex as she’d feared. Faiya had thought that its complexity had kept it out of the school books, but maybe it was simply because of its effect.

Now, time to find a partner…Most of the class seemed to be Slytherins, so she shouldn’t have too much trouble. There were six students here including her, which meant three pairs. Deciding to wait until someone walked over to her as someone was bound to do, she started copying down the instructions. If the potion in question indeed wasn’t in the books, Faiya might not be able to find it again, which would be a real shame.

[Zachary A. Frost]

An incinerating potion? Oh the thrills one could have with a wicked piece of magic such as that. You could set the Whomping Willow on fire, the Gryffindor Common Room...he mulled over the possibility's until one word reached him. Partners. He shuddered at the thought. Having to work with some other sweaty, stupid idiot. Disgusting. He peered around the room, looking for someone who looked somewhat manageable.

Eyes landed on the Ravenclaw with the weird red hair. Abruptly he picked up his things, walked over and plopped down next to the boy. "I don't like talking. I don't like being touched. You don't need to know my name. I am not a happy person. And yes, I will hurt you." he growled darkly, setting up his equipment again. At least now he didn't have to deal with a snot nosed Gryffindor. Or an headache inducing fellow Slytherin.

He flat out ignored the fellow as he finished his meticulous sorting of things. Not being able to find something would send his temper through the roof. He didn't want to end up smacking the kid next to him over the head with a set of scales...or worse.
"Get the blood." he narrowed his eyes at him.

[Nalean Silverstar]

Nalean looked at the professor in interest. An Incineration Potion sounded pretty complex and dangerous. She looked around the dungeon looking for a partner, most of the students here were Slytherins. She and a Ravenclaw were the only non-Slytherins that were in the class. She was really not in the mood for a Slytherin and his or her I'm better than you are and you better know it attitude. She was about to get up and sit by the Ravenclaw when she was beaten by a Slytherin boy. Great now I have to have a Slytherin Partner She thought while she glared at the back of the boys head.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room looking for a possible partner. She saw a dark haired girl sitting at the back and figured that she looked like the best bet. She grabbed her textbook and her potions equipment and headed for the girl's desk. As she approached the girl's desk she noticed that the girl looked extremely tired, pale and moody. She really hoped that this girl wasn't in a real crap mood. "Hi do you mind if we work as partners for this potion?" She smiled softly at the girl. "If you do mind I'll find some one else to work with" she added softly.

[Victoire Weasley]

ooc: i signed up for this, but lemme know if this post isn't wanted.

Victoire had gotten to class after everyone else, always the late one. Fresh paint was visible on her fingers, and she tried to wipe it off. After running down here, her long curly hair was everywhere, the tips of it touching the tops of the desks as she walked by. The girl walked silently to her own desk, dropping the bag to the floor. A pale arm raised to cradle her head as she stared at the board. Soon the professor began to talk, and everyone's attention was drawn to him at the words of an Incineration Potion. And Victoire knew that sometime, one of them might end up in her common room.

Partners were mentioned, and she looked around. The Gryffindor shot a look at Zack as he'd already claimed the Ravenclaw. And then the Gryffindor sat down next to a Slytherin, all smiles and asking to be her partner. Which meant Victoire was left with a Slytherin. Standing, she tucked some curls behind her ears, some strays falling in her eyes. Walking over to the nearest person, she smiled. It was a huge Slytherin, a boy. He was way bigger than her, and could crush her with one finger. But he seemed intelligent. "I know you already don't like me, but can we be partners for just today? I can garuntee that it won't happen again." Her French accent slid from her mouth around the pretty voice she directed at him. She sat down next to him anyways, putting aside the notes she had taken on her parchment.

She put her long hair in a ponytail, getting it out of the way. She wasn't stupid. Last time she was paired with a Slytherin, her hair caught fire. And she wasn't in the mood to re-grow it with a spell. The Werewolf in her was glad to be sitting next to a Slytherin, but the Weasley in her was anxious. Victoire tapped her heals on the stone ground, her fingers playing with the golden scales. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind. She needed a partner.

[Ashley-Raine Wolfe]

Ash never enjoyed long speeches or explanations, though she hated potions and was grateful for the delay in making them. She was quite skilled, however, in it's expertise and could come up with some great potions herself, though she still had no idea what job she wanted when she was older, but it cetainly wouldn't be anything to do with potions. She would happily work with magical creatures ... Though truly she could live off of her family's fortune and not have to ever work. She was a pureblood, and extremely rich.

The noise the potion made when released, made the werewolf jump slightly in her seat, though she quickly recovered and lifted her head up slightlyy. However he mind was soon occupied with the thought of being ... Partnered. Now it was no secret that Ashley hated having to work with people, and that alone was bad enough, but she was already in a bad mood, and felt extremely sick. It was not going to be a good day for her, she was quite sure of that already, and didn't [articularly like the idea of having to talk ... She wanted sleep.

She made no move to get up and find anyone to partner with, but it wasn't long before a girl in the year below her, but technically two years younger, joined her at her desk. Ash looked up lazily and shook her head in answer. She didn't mind that the girl was a Gryffindor, for Ash's very close friend was indeed from that house. No, what she minded was having to actually work with someone.

"No, it's fine ... Um, dragon's blood and vampire's blood. I'll get it." She said quietly, rising to her feet and collecting the ingredients from the counter behind them. She scrunched up her nose from the smell, as it was heightened from her lycanthropy and she instantly felt sick ... The dragon's blood was fine and all, but the other one was red ... Like that Auror's blood ...

She shuddered slightly at the thought and suddenly felt rather itchy at the thought of all that blood splattered up her face, and so quickly as to demolish the thought, she turned and made her way back to the desk, at which she sat at, looking even more pale than before. She placed the vials on the table and then placed the dragon's blood one on the scale to weigh it. She didn't speak as she did is, for Ash was not a big speaker. Plus she was in deep thought about a lot of things ... Like why on earth anyone would want to partner up with her, considering who her father was.

She shook her head silently.

[~Lucien Iyesterius~]

Lucien loved this already. He knew he shouldn't feel threatened by this human, and on his most base vampiric level, he wasn't. But somehow, he still felt scared and intimidated.

It didn't help that the potion took Vampire's blood, and that the teacher seemed a little more like a snarky Potions Master now, and well, that was what Lucien was hoping wouldn't happen. Just as much as he hoped no one would call him Lucy or something. Yeah, that'd happened. But he digressed.

"Alright, alright," he said, setting his things down and raising his hands in surrender. "Calm down, buddy..."

The last part was added in a whisper as he stood up, moving towards the supply cabinet.

[Trizabella]

Spencer's eyes narrowed when the professor picked up the vial, and approached the center of the room, a bit of a frown creasing his lips as the man announced he was going to blow them all up. He'd said it so seriously and simply that it was seemingly true, but that would be insane, would it not? He tensed involuntarily as the man chucked the potion at the wastebasket, where he had moments ago discarded the attendance sheet. However, the flames destroyed only the object they contacted with, and nothing more.

Okay, so this guy had his attention, which was saying something.

As Professor Clinkz continued to speak, Spencer found that with each word he was starting to like this guy more and more. A teacher that shared his opinions of school! Honestly, the Slytherin liked to learn. He was interested in things and what not, but it was the tests, the homework, the having to be somewhere when he didn't want to be there that made him so disinterested in school and classes. But this class was practically perfect, and he actually found himself interested in the subject at hand, which was a miracle in and of itself.

There was one problem though... Partners. The frown which had moments ago vacated Spencer's expression after the professor had begun his speech, returned to occupy it once more. He didn't like working with people either. He let his gaze scan the room, obviously not interested in leaping up and finding someone to work with. He allowed the other students to do that in their own way, kind of hoping that there would be an uneven number of students, and he would be permitted to work alone.

However, those hopes were dashed the moment a Gryffindor with a strong French accent came to stand beside him, asking to be his partner. She even took a seat before he'd given her an answer, though with a quick glance around, he noted there was indeed an even amount of students, and he didn't have much of a choice. Plus, it was one day, so he didn't really care. He allowed his gaze to return to the female, and shrugged lightly, "Right... I'll get the stuff."

He put his hands on the edge of the desk, and pushed back, a rising to his feet. He started toward the counter, and collected the things needed for the potion. He returned a moment later to where the girl sat, and placed them on the table, retaking his seat.