Intermediate - Leason one

[Autumn Dreasle]

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Potions seemed to be many people's least favourite subject, but to Autumn it was different. It was her favourite, her passion, her love, her strong are of magic. Some may even claim that potions wasn't really magic, but more magical creatures, a person does not need to use magic to make a potion.
Autumn would say they where wrong (before she cursed them ). A potion was full of magic, only a person who carried the magical gene through their veins could make a proper, powerful potion. Only a magical person could conjure up a potion of death and life. A person had to be smart and a person had to be powerful and have a strong, controllable mind.
Making potions to Autumn was a test, a test of a person's ability to follow orders, to follow directions, and have the will to see something through.... Determination!

Autumn heard the bell echoing through the corridor of the dungeons... Oh the memories she had in this room. The seat towards the back, how she had some fun, taunting the Hufflepuffs, admiring how Snape made the Gryffindork- Ahem - Gryffindors out to be fools.
Good times, and how her mind couldn't help but wonder how relationships had evolved from house to house in her absence. She expected that things hadn't changed much as it hadn't from when her parents... or parent came to Hogwarts.
But now things where different, there was no Voldermort, and there is no more 'evil' or so they hope, but evil will never be dead.
Even in the veins of Autumn evil lurked there, in every one's veins evil lurked, she just didn't act on it, and she kept it under control. Not many people had that sort of control.

Autumn was interested to know who where the trouble makers in her house.
She hadn't had the pleasure in meeting any of them yet, and she was ever so desperate to see what her house has become. What form evil, and darkness takes now. She couldn't wait to see what they did. Of course she couldn't condone it, but then did Snape ever punish them? No it was always another professor another head of house.
Snape didn't say it was right and he didn't say it was wrong.
Could she follow in his footsteps? The only footsteps she has known, or could she make her own path?
Well only time could tell and she decided to leave it up to her students and to her Slytherins.

There was a old wooden table with a high chair behind it. For the first time Autumn sat on it, and with a surprise found it quite comfortable and squishy. She smiled and made a 'hmph' sound as she opened her book to the potion the students would 'attempt' to make. She was excited to see how well they would do, but mostly she was excited just to see who her students where, and what they were like...

[Natalie Smith]

Natalie was walking down the hall, book bag in hand. Ready, but dreading her next class. Yes, it was Potions. Now, she was rather good at it, but hated it all the same. She didn't think she had the potential to be liked by the teacher, and so even being a Ravenclaw couldn't save her. She sighed and said goodbye to some of her friends she had been walking with. She looked at her watch and saw that the end class bell would be ringing any second.
Sure enough she heard the bell, and turned a sharp left heading for the dungens.

So she entered the Potions class room- First. No suprise there. People hated getting to potions first, almost as much as they were afraid of getting there last.

She smiled slightly to the teacher and took a seat near the back of the room hoping her friends would come and sit with her.

She opened her note book and looked through her bag getting ready for the class ahead.

[Gemini Malfoy]

Having been outside with a few people, it took a while for Gemini to get to class. Potions was and easy subject for her, she took after her father who was a master at it. She hardly needed to pay much attention to what hte Professor was saying since she had a lot of her fathers notes. Some of the potions they didn't make these days but she still kept them so that she could use them for her own use. Finishing her conversation she heard the bell go and made her way to the dungeons. She liked the dungeons quite a lot, there was no sunlight and it was secluded from the rest of the castle. Walking into the class she brought with her the oder of fresh air and cigarettes. Looking around she noticed she was one of the first there and found this slightly unusual. She took a seat near the middle and disposed her bag on the table leaning back in the chair.

[Lillian Snape]

Lillian heard the bell and a rush of excitement went through her as she looked at her time table, the next subject was potions. She loved potions, it was her strong area. Her father taught her some tricks, and she even stole some of his old books.
He of course never let on that he knew, but she knew that he knew, she saw him looking through his stuff that she had left miss placed. Lillian swore that she saw a smirk on his face when he realised what was missing.
Had she actually done something to please him?
How odd it was. She tried her best to make him proud and see her as a true Snape, but nothing was good enough, and he hardly noticed her.
But it only took that one thing. Stealing his old school books to make him happy.
He was a strange man.

The echoes of the dungeon snuck up on her too quickly and she found her self going to wrong way. She was taking the usual path to the Common room and not the classroom. She giggled at herself slightly and then turned around and walked back.
There was always a sudden coldness to the dungeons, it was perhaps because there was no light from the sun to warm the walls, but Lily liked it. The echoes, the surroundings, the feelings, they were all eerie and spooky… Well spooky for the first time. After a while you get used to it.

Lillian entered the room, hardly taking notice of the two people already seated. Lillian wasn’t scared of being labelled as a nerd and she really didn’t care if they did call her one, she loved potions and so she was going to sit at the front where she could see and hear everything clearly. She doubted anyone would come sit with her, but who needed company? They would only be a distraction to her learning.

With a glance around Lily spotted the Professor, it was a lady, and she was sitting at her desk. Lily smiled and said hello.
She also remembered that the Potions master was also her head of house, just like her father, which made no difference. Just an interesting thought to Lillian.