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spaceAdalaide was feeling much more confident this week, which she supposed only made sense. She'd met all her students, at least recognized most of their faces, knew a couple of names. More to the point, she didn't think she'd aroused any suspicion thus far, which was good. Once everyone was seated, the blonde stood and circled around to stand in front of her desk, leaning back on it, a hand resting on the surface to support her. The other reached to her bun and pulled her wand out, giving it a flick to write the day's instructions on the board.

space"Welcome back, everyone. Today, you'll be learning about and brewing what is known as the Elixir to Induce Euphoria. It's an odd potion, and one you have to be very careful with. The purpose of the potion is to cause absolute happiness within the drinker. It's generally used to treat bouts of depression, though this is a somewhat problematic usage, as the happiness caused by the potion is very overwhelming, and it can become addictive. Furthermore, like a Cheering Charm, it is a very delicate thing, and taking too much or too potent of a dose can have lasting, often negative repercussions, so it's best to treat the elixir with caution. As with any potion of this nature, I emphasize that it is not to be used except as a last resort, when all other options have failed to achieve the desired result, and that it should be used extremely sparingly." She paused, pursing her lips, then continued on with the actual lesson, figuring there was no need to harp on the subject of the dangers of potions. "The potion itself can be quite complicated, so don't worry too much if you find yourself unsure of what you're doing. If you have any questions or trouble, feel free to ask for help, either from myself or a classmate. When the potion is complete, it should be a bright, sunshine yellow. It is also recommended, though not required, that you add a sprig of peppermint to the potion in the early prep stages to help curtail some of the more dramatic effects, such as excessive singing and nose-tweaking. You may collect your supplies from the cupboard and begin." She watched the students prepare to begin brewing, and moved to sit at her desk. Hopefully, nothing exploded... that did tend to happen in Potions classes on occasion.


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Tori made her way through the dungeons to her Potions class. She liked this class, and the professor that taught it. She was very nice, and helped her often when she couldn't figure something out, which was more often than she liked. It was alright though. Today, they were making a potion that made the drinker happy. Tori liked the idea of such a thing. She always wanted the people around her to be happy, so being able to make a potion like this one would probably come in handy later. Gathering her supplies, she began by adding peppermint to the potion until it was a beautiful red, then adding shrivelfig until it turned turquoise. She loved that color, but not on her. For her, she preferred reds and greens. Stirring her brew, she waited for it to turn blue before leaving it to simmer until it was yellow. Then, she added the quills until it was blue again and let it simmer until it was purple. There were definitely a lot of color changes in this potion. Counting out seven castor beans, Tori added them to her brew and let it simmer until it was brown. She liked brown in the autumn. It didn't fight the amazing colors of the leaves, but it still blended well with her skin tone, hair and her surroundings. Adding more shrivelfig until the potion was pink, Tori knew she was nearing the end of her endeavor. She allowed the brew to simmer until the pink faded into orange, then added the last ingredient, wormwood, until the orange lightened to a sunshine yellow. Perfection!


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Armed with an attitude that she knows how to use, she's gonna get there any way she can.
Now she knows what she wants. No one is gonna stop her. Nothing's ever gonna hold her back.
That girl was a one time teenage drama queen, a hot, tough everyday wannabee.
But she'll have changed her destiny. Now she's a somebody.
That girl was a wild child dreamer but she'll find herself.
'Cause she believes in nothin' else, and you'll look back,
and you won't believe, that girl was me.

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Location: Potions - Wednesday @ 11:00pm

Grace walked into potions on her relatively lax midweek day. She didn’t mind having potions late in the evening. She had a pretty late start to the day so it didn’t feel like much of a punishment. “Evening Professor Whitethorne.” The Ravenclaw greeted as she took her seat. Taking out her things she got ready for a new potion. The love potion Amortentia was a troublesome potion. Grace knew that it didn’t create real love, nothing could do that. Taking notes she wished she could get enough courage just to tell Avian how she felt. Perhaps she should bottle some for luck… or maybe a luck potion would be more appropriate.

Getting all the things she needed, Grace got to work on her love potion. Adding three rose thorns, two veela hairs, and two measures of standard ingredient to her cauldron, she then stirred it clockwise three times, and heated it for five minutes on medium. Waving her wand Grace then let her potion brew for sixty minutes before adding five pinches of lovage and a pinch of silverweed. Stirring it anti-clockwise five times she gave one final wave to complete it. As expected it was the proper mother of pearl sheen color. The spiral steam coming off it was accurate and it smelt like… newly bound books and…

Instantly Grace blushed at the thought. Pushing her thoughts from her mind she couldn’t confirm what she really smelt. It wasn’t like she could place it to anything or anyone in particular… or at least that’s what she wanted to believe.



Status: Happy
With: Class… Professor Whitethorne

Wearing: Ravenclaw Uniform

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Lily the Rabbit

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spaceAdalaide watched as her sixth years entered the classroom, seated behind the desk, what appeared to be a cherry lollipop in her mouth. On the desk, to lessen any suspicion concerning the 'treat', she had a jar of similar looking lollipops, of various flavors, with a small sign indicating that, should they be inclined, students were free to take one. It served a dual purpose; making her own seem less notable, and hopefully endearing herself to the students.

spaceOnce everyone was settled, she waved her wand, and a set of instructions appeared on the board. "Welcome back, everyone! Before I begin this lesson, I am going to preface it with a warning; love potions are serious business. They are not toys. They are not a way to gain the attention of someone you admire. This is especially true in this case, as Amortentia is the strongest love potion in existence. It does not create love. It makes the person who drinks it obsessive and infatuated, and it is dangerous. You are being taught this potion because it is extremely complex, and you, as NEWT-level students, are expected to be learning to brew complex potions. But not one drop of it will leave this room, and if I find out you are trying to sneak it out, there will be serious repercussions." Adalaide attempted to look as stern as she possibly could, which was somewhat hindered by the fact that most of her students were taller than her and probably outweighed her by a good fifty pounds. But, it was something her father had hammered into her for basically her entire life. Love potions were dangerous. She supposed that at least she had the experience of being a mother to help bolster her ability to look intimidating, though it was much easier to intimidate a pair of four year olds. Or... well, maybe not. Meanwhile, she had to hope that none of her students were in the grip of teenage rebellion for the sake of rebellion and would now find the challenge of sneaking the potion past her irresistible. Hopefully, they were more mature than that... hopefully. At least she'd be able to smell it on them if they did try anything.

spaceThe Hufflepuff gestured to the board. "Instructions are on the board, and in your textbooks, supplies can be found in the cupboard. If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask, either myself or one of your classmates. When brewed correctly, the potion should have a mother-of-pearl sheen, with steam rising in a distinctive spiral, and give off a scent that is a combination of scents you personally find attractive or pleasing. Chocolate, rainfall, a certain someone's cologne, any scent that exceptionally pleasing to you. It will smell different to every person, so don't worry if your perception is different than that of your neighbor; that means you did it right." Ada had considered for all of a second sharing what the potion smelled like to her as examples, but figured it'd be best not. First of all, she'd have to lie, because ever since being turned, it'd taken on a distinct trace of blood, which was understandable but still somewhat odd. Second of all, she had a feeling saying 'my husband' would probably be TMI for some of the students.


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spaceAdalaide watched as her sixth years entered the classroom, seated behind the desk, what appeared to be a cherry lollipop in her mouth. On the desk, to lessen any suspicion concerning the 'treat', she had a jar of similar looking lollipops, of various flavors, with a small sign indicating that, should they be inclined, students were free to take one. It served a dual purpose; making her own seem less notable, and hopefully endearing herself to the students.

spaceOnce everyone was settled, she waved her wand, and a set of instructions appeared on the board. "Welcome back, everyone! Before I begin this lesson, I am going to preface it with a warning; love potions are serious business. They are not toys. They are not a way to gain the attention of someone you admire. This is especially true in this case, as Amortentia is the strongest love potion in existence. It does not create love. It makes the person who drinks it obsessive and infatuated, and it is dangerous. You are being taught this potion because it is extremely complex, and you, as NEWT-level students, are expected to be learning to brew complex potions. But not one drop of it will leave this room, and if I find out you are trying to sneak it out, there will be serious repercussions." Adalaide attempted to look as stern as she possibly could, which was somewhat hindered by the fact that most of her students were taller than her and probably outweighed her by a good fifty pounds. But, it was something her father had hammered into her for basically her entire life. Love potions were dangerous. She supposed that at least she had the experience of being a mother to help bolster her ability to look intimidating, though it was much easier to intimidate a pair of four year olds. Or... well, maybe not. Meanwhile, she had to hope that none of her students were in the grip of teenage rebellion for the sake of rebellion and would now find the challenge of sneaking the potion past her irresistible. Hopefully, they were more mature than that... hopefully. At least she'd be able to smell it on them if they did try anything.

spaceThe Hufflepuff gestured to the board. "Instructions are on the board, and in your textbooks, supplies can be found in the cupboard. If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask, either myself or one of your classmates. When brewed correctly, the potion should have a mother-of-pearl sheen, with steam rising in a distinctive spiral, and give off a scent that is a combination of scents you personally find attractive or pleasing. Chocolate, rainfall, a certain someone's cologne, any scent that exceptionally pleasing to you. It will smell different to every person, so don't worry if your perception is different than that of your neighbor; that means you did it right." Ada had considered for all of a second sharing what the potion smelled like to her as examples, but figured it'd be best not. First of all, she'd have to lie, because ever since being turned, it'd taken on a distinct trace of blood, which was understandable but still somewhat odd. Second of all, she had a feeling saying 'my husband' would probably be TMI for some of the students.


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spaceAdalaide was feeling much more confident this week, which she supposed only made sense. She'd met all her students, at least recognized most of their faces, knew a couple of names. More to the point, she didn't think she'd aroused any suspicion thus far, which was good. Once everyone was seated, the blonde stood and circled around to stand in front of her desk, leaning back on it, a hand resting on the surface to support her. The other reached to her bun and pulled her wand out, giving it a flick to write the day's instructions on the board.

space"Welcome back, everyone. Today, you'll be learning about and brewing what is known as the Elixir to Induce Euphoria. It's an odd potion, and one you have to be very careful with. The purpose of the potion is to cause absolute happiness within the drinker. It's generally used to treat bouts of depression, though this is a somewhat problematic usage, as the happiness caused by the potion is very overwhelming, and it can become addictive. Furthermore, like a Cheering Charm, it is a very delicate thing, and taking too much or too potent of a dose can have lasting, often negative repercussions, so it's best to treat the elixir with caution. As with any potion of this nature, I emphasize that it is not to be used except as a last resort, when all other options have failed to achieve the desired result, and that it should be used extremely sparingly." She paused, pursing her lips, then continued on with the actual lesson, figuring there was no need to harp on the subject of the dangers of potions. "The potion itself can be quite complicated, so don't worry too much if you find yourself unsure of what you're doing. If you have any questions or trouble, feel free to ask for help, either from myself or a classmate. When the potion is complete, it should be a bright, sunshine yellow. It is also recommended, though not required, that you add a sprig of peppermint to the potion in the early prep stages to help curtail some of the more dramatic effects, such as excessive singing and nose-tweaking. You may collect your supplies from the cupboard and begin." She watched the students prepare to begin brewing, and moved to sit at her desk. Hopefully, nothing exploded... that did tend to happen in Potions classes on occasion.


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xxxxxx sαч g σ σ d n í g h t , wє αrє d ч í n g ( just h σ l d σ n )
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