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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 23:00:14 GMT
The dungeon in which potions classes are held seems so much more welcoming when it isn’t full of children, or at least that’s Droog’s official opinion on the matter. Unfortunately for him one of the many side effects of teaching is an abundance of children; children who are due to flock back to the castle any day now and disrupt the cool, dark room with their bumbling attempts at completing the tasks he assigns them.
Another year will mean a fresh crop of new students, all more interested in what they can do with their new wands than what they can do with a cauldron. Even worse, another year will mean a new batch of students who have finally found the courage to ask him if the stories Slick tells in place of actual lessons are true.
But before any of that can happen he’s got to get one final lesson plan done. He wipes the parchment clean with a flick of his wand (realistically he knows he can’t spend the first quarter of the year teaching first years how not to set themselves on fire, no matter how much he’d like to) and slips into thought about previous years, years for which the lesson plans have long since been completed and discarded…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 0:14:41 GMT
Cal dragged their bag behind them, trudging to the dungeon. Potions. Fucking Potions. Cal hated mixing up the stuff unless it was making something interesting - like a stink bomb or a bowful of mice. Wait. Can you even do that? That would be interesting and solve a lot of problems in regards to feeding Zazzerpan. Just add some salt, some vinegar, and what have you and bam: you get a squirming bowlful of mice. Hee hee! The very idea of it is makes Cal snicker.
Cal's snickering peters out when they enter the dungeon classroom. They try to be hopeful. Maybe the class won't last that long, or maybe they can just goof off if they get partnered up with someone....fun. Like one of the Striders. They're really cute. Wait, were there Striders in their class? No clue. Doesn't matter really. Cal sits in the third row of the classroom, plops their book and gets out their paper. People are slowly shuffling in. Its only been five minutes and they're already bored stiff.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 1:16:34 GMT
As the crowd shuffles in Droog gives them a cursory once over, looking for any distinguishing features that might clue him in on the sort of class this is going to be. There’s the one with the hair over their eyes, it takes him a moment to place the name, Berwynne, another moment to retrieve any relevant details, stays quiet during lectures, never offers answers voluntarily, possibly in cahoots with the Striders, talks considerably more during paired assignments, strange laugh. He’s not entirely sure about that last one, natural emotional outbursts aren’t his forte, but the rest seems to be in order.
He places a few more students by their robes and their hair, before clearing his throat and trudging through a somewhat half-hearted lecture on Fire Protection Potions. At the halfway point he pauses, glances across the crowd and picks out the student whose posture most screams bored.
“Berwynne, what color should this particular potion be once you’ve finished stirring it?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 1:33:55 GMT
"Huh-wha?" Cal almost fell out of their seat, hearing their stupid surname in the air. They looked around the room. What had they asked. Oh yeah. About the color of...something? What did their notes say.
Upon inspection, the notes included a drawing of themself riding a dragon wearing a green suit and a pointy hat with stars on it. Once again, their short attention span had betrayed them. Uh oh. Droog was still look at them expecting an answer.
"Maybe like purple or something? Purplish? Like a purplish red or purplish blue? Like a nice chroma. Thing...." Cal muttered, keeping their eyes to the ground as they always did with adults. Not like anyone could tell with the hair in front of their face. They shut their mouth since the younger they talked ,the less certain they sounded.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 2:32:42 GMT
“No, not purple, although while you were guessing you managed to get it half right; once you’ve finished brewing it the potion should be red.” His eyes dart up to the soot stained dungeon ceiling, didn’t they clean that over the breaks? It really shouldn’t be so dirty already, it’s not like he’s had to put out more than three fires so far this year.
With a barely suppressed sigh Droog turns his attention back to the class, and selects a different target. Shoulders bent forward, head down, not even a sheet of parchment out. Then another, at random this time. Then one more, fully alert with a smile on her face, and then…
“Berwynne, perhaps you’d like a chance to redeem yourself. Before it reaches its final stage and becomes completely clear what color is the Draught of Living Death?” All they have to do is say purple again and Droog will nod and move on. Close enough.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 3:23:06 GMT
Aww, crap? Again? Cal had no idea. What do you even use Living Death for again? Is it like a zombie potion? Do you like, put it in the ground and zombies come out? Like you drop it on the floor and they dance out all Thriller like? Uh oh. They've been quiet for too long.
Go with purple? Go with purple.
"Purple and green...?" Cal muttered. "And like red too? Oh, and orange. Orange is a nice color..."
Maybe like its like a purple brew and a little green skull comes out and dances? That would be awesome. They doubt it did that though. Wizards aren't awesome enough for Purple Dancing Green Skull Potion to exist. Yet. Note to self: look up to see if anyone else had invented Purple Dancing Green Skull Potion. Also: write down ideas for Purple Dancing Green Skull Potion so they wouldn't forget. later on
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 16:49:11 GMT
Students were by far the worst part of his job. You ask them for an answer consisting of a single color and they try to wiggle out of answering by listing off whatever pops into their heads. Why couldn’t they just settle for being wrong? It made the process so much less tedious.
“You had it right the first time; before the potion reaches its final stage and drains of its color, making it relatively easy to slip into an unsuspecting targets food or drink, the Draught of Living Death is faintly purple.” Droog steps away and turns to face the tall chalkboard at the front of the room, one mechanically lazy wand motion later it begins to fill with slanted instructions.
“We won’t be making anything quite as potent as the Draught of Living Death today, instead you’ll be focusing your efforts on making functional Sleeping Draughts. The instructions are on the board, pair up, and get started.” It seemed appropriate, given that most of the class seemed to be half asleep already.
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