[I] POTIONS CLASS [NEWT]

[thomasmoore]

Thomas eyed the door, somewhat impatiently, as he was waiting for his class. Okay, so it was a little early for them to be filing in, but Thomas had a free last, and he’d planned what should be a fun practical lesson, and he couldn’t wait to get the ball rolling on it! He’d planned a homework too, but it was quite a fun one, as far as homework goes. At least it wasn’t a hugemungous essay that would take up about six ink pots to write! Thomas would have to give a few essays out, but he was going to try and make them few, and have homework’s in between that were interesting. The homework for today was to go away and find an interesting and funny potion that used lots of random ingredients, and that you’d love to use once, and then write a paragraph or two on why you chose it, what it does, and what you’d do with it to make it something to remember. He thought that was a pretty good homework, and he was actually going to go and do it himself too, so he can participate in the sharing and make the students feel that it’s not all them putting in the effort. He liked to make the atmosphere in class a nice one, and Tom was sure that treating the students with respect, and making them feel appreciated was the way to go. But he could also be strict and yell if he needed too, as he was especially good at discipline, although he’d rather not have to use it.

There had been cases in the past where raising his voice, or even hinting at emotional blackmail needed to be used. For instance, the whole debacle with Kaleb Garcia and that wretched and sorry excuse for a professor. Tom didn’t even want to think his name because he hated what he did so much. But Thomas got revenge for the boy when he made sure that the horrid teacher had seen what the boy had been reduced to; a broken and weeping boy, who couldn’t lift his head for shame of trusting such a man as that lowlife scum. But after all that the professor did to Kaleb, Thomas knew that he had to see what he did to the boy, so he could possibly display some humanity and regret his actions. But Thomas would only get angry and upset because he’d been thinking about that, and he wasn’t going to do so before class. He heard the bell fill his ears and bring him back to the present, and his potions classroom. The place was a little dark, but Thomas had filled the room with a huge amount of candles to light the room a bit better. As soon as the fires got lit to warm the cauldron, the room would light up even more. That was good as Thomas liked the light, as it made him fell happier and lighter and it improved his mood greatly.

Thomas dragged a piece of chalk on the blackboard, forming a sentence, and then another, describing the task for the day. His class was to be sixth years, so he’d prepared a potion that Thomas found very amazing, as it knocked the user out and made it look like they were dead. It sounded similar to the potion that Juliet was meant to use in the play by the great Shakespeare, and that was why Thomas was so fond of it, as it sounded like a part of one of the greatest romances in the history of English literature, and so a part of history itself. Thomas liked that, the idea of being part of history, and making your mark so that you were very well remembered. Thomas wanted to do something so big that he got remembered, but he’d be happy making little changes in people’s lives to, which was what he was doing when he was teaching. He was going to introduce the class into the task and tell them about the homework in the end, as a sort of conclusion to the lesson.

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[annie louise carter]

Annie walked along the stone halls, checking her class time table as she did so. She thought that she had potions next with Professor Moore, aka Tom, but she wasn’t sure. When she checked, her initial idea was correct, so she headed down the main steps and into the entrance hall, then followed the curling stairs down and around until she got to the dungeons. When she finally reached the bottom, she made sure her time table was tucked into her bag. She’d just had Charms last, and although Teddy was the teacher, she’d found it hard to concentrate. Maybe that was because Teddy was the teacher. Annie did have a slight crush on him, but he was so cute and sweet that she doubted that you’d find a girl at Hogwarts who was straight and didn’t like him! Hell maybe he’d even turned a few not-straight girls back, as for a Charms teacher, he really was charming! And he was caring, considering, and fun too! He tried to make the lessons as fun as possible, just like Professor Moore did. She was glad at least that she’d had two good lessons in a row. Well, as long as Tom kept up to his usual teaching methods, of course!

Annie reached the door to his classroom and pushed it open, turning the handle as she did so, and letting the now open door reveal a classroom lit by a soft glow that Annie assumed to be candles. The only thing that was wrong with a class in the dungeons was that it was dark. Oh, and in winter, it got colder than any other room in the castle, and that was bad, but Professor Moore was always kind enough to do some spells or something to warm the place up. And he’d usually light some fires in the room too, like the one under his usual cauldron. She smiled at the Professor and took her seat, dropping her bag on the floor and adjusting the seat so she had enough room to sit comfortably. It looks like she was one of the first there, and that had to be a first, as Annie was usually late! It was probably because Teddy let them go a little earlier, and Annie had headed straight for lesson two, whilst everyone else probably stayed around to talk to each other for ten minutes. Annie dived into her bag and pulled out her books and her wand, then set up her cauldron, setting the fire, as the writing on the board told them they were going to have a practical lesson. It was probably the word “Practical” written in big letters on the board that let her know that!

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