Lesson 1

[Volgun Austin]

Volgun burst into the dungeon classroom. No students were yet in the classroom. He went to his desk and got out an ink pot, a quill and a piece of parchment. He scribbled down a note and walked tothe door of the classroom. He then got out his wand and fixed the notice to the door with a flick of his wrist.

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Students of Professor Austins first potions lesson are to enter
the classroom silently and take a seat near a cauldron.
No more than 2 to a cauldron.
The potions master shall be joining you shortly.
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He then walked off in the opposite direction, down the corridor.

[Anthony Baxter]

Just before Anthony entered the room he noticed the note on the door. A little confused, he entered the classroom all the same. Anthony looked around and decided to get a cauldron up the front. He walked over and put his bag on the floor and waited patiently

[Samuel Miller]

Sam looked read the note on the potions classroom door and entered quietly into the room. He sat at a cauldron towards the middle.

[Rori O'Maley]

Rori walked down the cold corridor to the potions labe. She noticed the note on the door and entered. Seeing some-one she knew she thought she would sit with them.

She made her way over to where Sam was sitting. "Mind if I sit?" She asked.

[Lena Polienko]

As Lena left her commonroom and headed for potions, she had the decency to spit out her chewing gum into a trashcan. Professor Austin was the head of Slytherin, and for that, she gave him her total respect. Briefly glancing at the note on the door, she entered the classroom and took a seat near the back. Lena found potions easy enough, she had a good memory for remembering ingredients and was quite good at cutting ingredients into even pieces. It was the assignments she hated.

Sitting down at her cauldron, Lena waited her class to start.

[Jacen Ray]

Little scraps of paper were flying all over the place as Jacen sprinted down the corridor. Either he was late, or his watch was wrong...and he'd rather be safe than sorry. He turned the corner and nearly ran into a very large, very angry looking 5th year girl. "...Sorryyy..." he tried to yell out as he flew down the stairs, taking them 2 and sometimes 3 at a time (He was very lucky not to have fallen, as it seems his shoes were untied which could have made for a VERY messy tumble). He hustled all the way into the potions dungeon, not even noticing the note fixed to the door.

He noticed that there was no professor there yet and that there were numerous students sitting quietly, waiting for class to begin. It was then that he noticed his chest getting tight. "Blasted asthma..." he whispered to himself as he threw his books and parchment down on a table next to a red-haired Slytherin girl. "Hope you don't mind...only be a minute." he said towards the girl as he sat down and took a breath from his inhaler.

[Lena Polienko]

Lena didn’t mind people sitting next to her, as long as they were people she liked. But, to her misfortune, a younger Ravenclaw boy had burst into the classroom and dumped his books on the seat next to her. Lena didn’t very much like Ravenclaws, they were too studious. But she could use this to her advantage.

“It’s fine,” She said, turning to face him, only to see him holding a strange device. “Wh-What’s that?” Lena asked, startled. She watched him put his lips to it and breathe in, totally confused by it all.

[Tim O'Maley]

Tim read the notice and walked into the class room taking a seat at an unoccupied cauldron. He took his bag off his back and placed it on the floor beside his seat. He took out his Advanced Potion-Making and began to flick threw it lazily.

[Jacen Ray]

Thankfully, his chest was loosening up and he was able to breathe again. The Slytherin girl didn't mind him sitting there, which was a relief for Jacen as he didn't want to get on anyone's bad side. Not on the first day of classes, at least.

"Oh this," he said, holding up his inhaler, "this is my inhaler. See, I have asthma, which makes it hard for me to breathe sometimes...like when I'm running to class. This has medication in it and that is how I get the medication into my lungs. It's a terrible bother when I'm trying to play quidditch. Need to keep this in my robes I do. And I apologize if I've bothered you, I can find a new seat if you'd like, now that I've caught my breath."

[Lena Polienko]

Lena tried to listen to him explain what the “inhaler” was, she really did, but she was just too bewildered by it. Asthma? She didn’t know what that was, but from what the boy said, he seemed to have shortness of breath. Surely, there’s a potion for that! Lena thought. He must be a mudblood or something.

“It’s fine, really. I could use some help, especially from a Ravenclaw.” Lena said, shifting her legs over so there was more room for him to sit. Even though he was a younger student, he was probably much better at Potions then she was. Plus, he had said something about Quiditch. Lena made a great chaser.

[Eugene Ackerly]

Eugene strolled into the potions class room. He loked around and saw a cauldron with no-body sitting near it so he put his things down by his chair and sat down. I wonder where the potions master is?

[Volgun Austin]

((OCC: Jacen you need to post in the Potions Memorandum before posting again))

Volgun burst into the classroom, swinging the door wide open. Silence fellin the classroom. He got out his wand and flicked it. The door closed, hard, and the cauldrons where egnited.

"I am Professor Austin, you shall call me that or sir." He stared the class down. "I do not tolerate foolishness in my classroom so if you intend on doing so please leave." He didn't wait for any one to get up he just kept talking, sternly, "Potion making is a fine art and I do not expect all of you to understand it." He looked at the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs of the room. "There are formulas in here that could very well kill each and every one of you so I put a word of caution in here." He made his way to behind his desk, infront of the blackboard. "Today we will be making a simple potion just as a revision of previous years." He flicked his wand yet again and the words 'Boil Cure Potion' in white chalk. "Most of you shou'd have already made this potion in the very early years of your hogwarts career. So this should be easy work for you." He swished his wand and a list of ingredients appeared of the board:

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Nettles,
Snake Fangs,
Horned Slugs,
Porcupine Quills.
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"Gather these ingredients and then I shall give further instuctions."

[Jacen Ray]

((OOC: Apologies, it has been done.))

Jacen was absolutely taken aback by the way that Professor Austin entered the room. It quite startled him. It is lucky for Jacen that he was a very good student, that way he wouldn't have to worry about getting on Professor Austin's bad side because of grades.

On the professor's note, he hurriedly got up from his seat and headed towards the ingredients cabinets. He pulled out the Nettles, Snake Fangs, Horned Slugs, and Porcupine Quills that were needed and rushed back to his seat. Jacen laid the ingredients out very neatly on his side of the table and calmly awaited Professor Austin's next instructions.

[Lena Polienko]

Lena watched as the ‘asthma-boy’ got up to get ingredients. This is going to be easy. Lena thought smugly. And if the Ravenclaw decided to get cheeky with her, surely Professor Austin would take her side. While she waited for him to retrieve the ingredients, she doodled absent-mindedly on her notebook but quickly erased it.

Lena sat up straight, facing the front and awaiting further instructions. She couldn’t recall if she had ever made such a potion, but it was only a revision. How hard could it be?

[Tim O'Maley]

Tim already hated this teacher. He had had him in previous years but now he was making fun - subtly yet still - of Gryffindors. Most students have a teacher in which they dispise, Tim had Volgun. He was lucky to be able to do N.E.W.T level potions because of his resentment but if Tim wanted to work in the Department of Mysteries he had to be trained in most subjects.

He got up and collected the ingredients, then set the on his table next to him. He sat back down still full of dislike of this teacher but decieded to keep it until class had finished.