Potions class [Open to all students]

[salazar]

Salazar opened the classroom in the dungeons, opening up the door and pulling out the chairs and desks. Setting up his surroundings, he made sure everything was to his liking before tapping his cauldron and seeing more cauldrons appear between the tables. Making sure he had all the ingredients in his cubbard for the students to use, he let the cabinet set out open at the back of the room. Stalking to the front, he waved for the chalk board to set in the front, pulling out his chalk and scribbling upon the board. His handwritting was legible, but when angry it got embedded on the board.

Foot steps came into his ears as he heard the voices and thoughts of students. Finally, it was about time he started his class. Turning, he put the chalk down and stood against his desk, arms crossed and eyebrows cocked to watch whom would enter the classroom. Up on the board only said two words. Two words that often scared potioneers all over the world.
Sleeping Draught

[ameliaprewett]

Mel walked down to the dungeons. Potions she thought. She did not like potions that much but grinned and bared it, so to speak. Amelia sighed. As she reached the potions class room, she gently pushed open the door, slipping through the gap she had made, and as quietly as she possibly could sat down in one of the chairs. Amelia read the board and felt herself gasp. She pushed her arm up into the air, "Professor Slytherin, is it safe to learn that?" she asked slightly worried. She pulled her arm back down and fidgeted in her seat.

[salazar]

Slytherin saw the hufflepuff girl walk in, and instantly knew there would be a problem, always those types were constantly trying to bother him. If they were trying or not was out of the question, it was the fact they did it with purpose or not. Slytherin gritted his teeth, but was slightly hopeful, knowing this particular one was a pure-blood.

Cocking a brow, Slytherin couldn't help but grin with a small smirk.
"Not particularly, but if brewed right it can't even harm the smallest of insects, so I would choose a brilliant mind for your lab partner... or else I'll be dragging you and many others to the hospital wing"

[rebeccavolkan]

Rebecca sauntered her way down to the dungeons, for one of her better lessons. Seeing as she was training in alchemy, Potions was needed as a skill. She had the hood on her robes up, as she usually did. Only flipping it back down when she entered the room. She had an air of confidence to her. An arrogance, maybe. She saw the hufflepuff, sat in the room, and situated herself not to close. She huffed in boredom and sat, admiring her nail before acting on impulse asked the hufflepuff "Wanna' partner with me?" she asked in a controlled, cold manner. "Rebecca" she said, waiting for the other to reply with her answer and name. "Sir, which page will we need, for the potion?" she asked, she was a sufficient brewer, so wasn't worried, but then again she hardly ever worried.

[tiberiusnott]

Tiberius made his way to the potions class, one of his strengths was potions - along with Dark Arts. Tiberius sat on a desk, far away from his other class mates. A Sixth year Slytherin like himself, and a Sixth year hufflepuff. He sighed and pulled out his textbook, quill and parchment. He sat leant forwards, his elbows on the table. He shock his head slightly to remove any annoying strands of hair from his face. He sat ready to listen to any instructions.

[Salazar Slytherin]

He looked at the students calmly, wondering if they truly had the skills for this, he didn't care if they made foolish mistakes in the potion, a wizard should always be careful when making the potions. He knew that Tiberius was good, but for the Hufflepuff student and Rebecca. He touched his beard calmly as he looked at them. "Now then, could someone tell me the color that a sleeping potion will have, and the other potion that is similar to the Sleeping Draught, but more effective of course. And the ingredients needed for the sleeping draught." Salazar said, looking at the students calmly, would they get the answer, so they could really start the lesson and make the concoction of the potion, he sighed calmly, waiting for the answer.

"We don't have all day." Salazar said, in a cold voice, he had no patience for this, he had plans to do, disappear for a while to build the means to rid this place of those mudbloods, he had to be quick at this, or at least, patient with that plan, it could take a few centuries for that plan to work, but he didn't mine, he had all the time of the world for that.

[rebeccavolkan]

Rebecca listened and put her hand up. "Sir" she called "The Sleeping Draught is a black.brown colour, am I correct and the potion similar is the Draught of Living Death." she answered two of the questions, and had lowered her arm while speaking. She sat tall, with her back straight. She had no need for slouching, she had been taught differently. She waited for another student to name the potion ingredients.