trolls in the dungeon [gryffindor/slytherin]

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[style=width:350px; color:#414141; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:1px; float:center; padding:2px; margin: 2px;]If Professor Finley was any less of a man, then he might have cried when he saw his schedule for that Tuesday afternoon. Truly, Hogwarts did not pay him enough to teach both Gryffindors and Slytherins in the same period. It isn’t that the potions master couldn’t handle them, but copious amounts of headaches would usually occur before the class settled down.

Go into the real world, they said. It would be fulfilling, they said.

Not to say that the job isn’t, but he remembered that better when students would ask him “How do I brew an Invigoration Draught that will last twice as long” instead of “Will Amortentia work on someone twice my age?”.

(granted, students all have their phases, but there are things that the professor simply doesn’t want to know)

With the swish of his wand, Finley summons his lesson materials and slides his wheeled chalkboard over to his work table. A prodding motion clears the board of his notes from the previous day. A nonverbal Scourgify takes care of the scum-lined cauldrons that the last class failed to take care of (he will be sure to deduct at least fifty points from them next class). Alexander preens his feathers on his silver perch, watching the door with alert eyes.

Professor Finley takes a piece of chalk and starts scribbling onto the board.

Manegro Potion

-an OWL standard potion that will cause facial hair to grow at an alarming rate.

side effects: if brewed improperly, then hair may grow uncontrollably or from areas other than the facial.

the instructions may be found on page 438 of your potions textbook

He only has enough time to sit back at his desk before the first wave of students come clunking at his dungeon door.


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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST. I AM KING OF THE WORLD. A LOIN IN SNAKE SKIN. Sasuke was walking down to Professor Finley’s classroom for his first hour with the Gryffidors. Sasuke didn’t mind them all that much but he wasn’t going to be best friends with them either. Sasuke walked alone to the classroom since Sasuke lacked the ability to gain any friends within his house. Sasuke actually very unhappy in his house at the moment because of all the pure blood snootiness as well as the loss of his close friend and crush. Sasuke pulled his positions books closer to his chest as that thought went through his mind. Sasuke missed him so much but you cant bring back the dead. Looked behind him Sasuke saw the rest of the Slytherians close behind him. Sasuke sighed as he pushed open the classroom door and entered. Professor Flinley was at the front of the classroom at his desk and didn’t look all that happy. Sasuke understood the reason the two enemy houses in the same room will make class rather difficult for him. Sasuke gave his teacher a soft smile and wave. ”Good Morning Professor Finley,” greeted Sasuke as he started down to his seat on the far right side up front. Sasuke enjoyed being up close and in front because it made it easier for him to listen to what the teachers had to say. Sasuke hated sharing a desk with someone and hated even more when he had to partner up with someone. Sasuke liked doing things on his own because he knew he would do it right the first time. Taking a deep breath Sasuke placed his book down on the table and took his seat. His robes fluttered around his and the Slytherian symbol shimmered slightly in the little light there was in the dungeons. Sasuke brushed his long bangs out of his face as he waited for class to begin. Another reason why Sasuke hated the other slytherians was that they tended to tease him and call him a girl or other insults around him looking like a girl. He remember in his 4th year on of the older boys had grabbed his hair and sliced it all off. Professor Finley was able to regrow it for him but it hurt Sasuke greatly since he loved his hair long and that type of act of violence was just hurtful. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[proton]

WHO'S READY FOR SOME GRRRRRRRRRYFFINDOR ACTION?

Definitely not Alex, he fucking hates Potions. Yawn, boring, can we do something cool now? He strode in, robes swirling around his ankles, his usual cabby hat on his head. ~Accessorizing.~

Teal eyes flicked up to the board. Then a grin appeared on his face. He took his seat, then raised his hand, trying to glow with innocence.

"So, professor, how exactly do we mess up on this potion?" The slightest pause. "Just so we don't make mistakes, sir."

[tsundere]

Thalia liked Potions. Thalia liked Potions a lot. It was an un-Gryffindor like sentiment, but she didn't often feel like a Gryffindor. So while the most of her year spent their free period lounging by the lake or catching up on homework, Thalia pulled the lapels of her robe straight--they might be ugly and stifling, but that didn't mean she had to be ugly and stifling looking--and walked into the room to take a seat just as Alex spoke.

And she froze. And turned bright red. And then walked straight back out the door into the hallway.

ohmygodohmygodohmygod

Of course there would be people from the upper years in the advanced Potions class. And--and--he was there. Thalia covered her face with her hands and shook her head furiously. This was a good thing. It had to be. She could finally get him to notice her, now. There was no reason a fifth year--especially a fifth year like Alex would notice a third year, normally but this wasn't the usual situation. (The usual situation was Thalia, mouth agape and heart aglow, watching as the aftermath of some Alex and Petrel prank unfolded, hidden by the crowd with her hands clasped together.)

Trying to screw her expression into some semblance of normality, Thalia shuffled back into the classroom.

"Sorry Professor," she babbled. "I dropped my wand. My wand was in the hallway. So I had to go back and get it." No matter how she tried though, Thalia couldn't make herself raise her gaze from the floor as she threw herself into a seat diagonal from Alex's. The perfect angle to creep on the back of his head.

[saturn]

So yeah, Saturn's here.

Covered in water and shaking, but here.

It's... probably best if you don't ask.

[abby]

Classes were really weird, sometimes. Like why a bunch of the years seemed to be mixing into each other during classes. Like right then. There were 6th years, 6th years, 5th years, heck, even a 3rd year. But none beat the year Abby was in, a 1st year student. Speaking of which, she walked right into the classroom.

Or rather, not walked. That wasn't the right word at all. No, an even better word would be ran into the classroom. Why did she run? Because she could, clearly, and if one were to ask her that, they would get the exact same answer. And as everyone was soon to find out, she was hyper as ever. "Hello, Professor Fin Fin," she greeted him. It was her nickname.

Or rather, not a nickname, but in her mind, a way to shorten names. By cutting a part of it out and repeating it twice. Which sometimes prompted her to think odd things."Are you sure you're not a fish?" the girl queried as she took a seat...somewhere. She didn't particularly care where, but hey, who was really paying attention to where they were sitting anyway?

Not her.

"Did you take a bath Sat Sat?" she called out to the Slytherin across the room.

Poor Saturn, he was the attention of her merriment for right then.

She was known for playing pranks, so yeah. Good luck with that, Saturn.

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He watches the students shuffle in by clumps and stragglers, keeping a tally of those who have decided to skip on a slip of parchment. There will be the usual detentions and failing grades, of course, but Finley makes a mental note to increase the difficulty of the tests and exams for that semester. The head Healer of the hospital wing won’t be pleased with the increase in nervous breakdowns on the days before, but Professor Finley does not doubt that Hogwarts has had worse. The Potions Master has no doubt that the students who cared about passing his class would take a hint and drag their less-than-enthused classmates to lessons.

Finley gives Sarutobi a barely perceptible nod in return for the greeting, and concludes his obligation there. So far, he is on the right path, so there is no need to pay him any special mind. If only the rest of the class can be as complacent.

Ah, Alexander Hoffman, ever the prodigal son, considering what he chooses to squander his wizarding talents on. Finley has long suspected that the boy exploited the ‘choose-your-own-house’ loophole when the Sorting Hat was placed upon his head. So far, the boy’s demeanor does not disappoint. It’s not that he dislikes his house, really, but some students tend to pour all their ‘cunning, resourcefulness, and ambition’ into the wrong pursuits. The wrong pursuits for passing his class, that is.

Either way, Professor Finley is not so foolhardy as to believe that the boy is innocent in any shape or form.

“You’re asking the wrong question, Hoffman” Finley replies pleasantly. “What any Hogwarts student should ask him or herself ‘how do I succeed’, not ‘how do I fail’. It is little wonder that the Gryffindor house has lagged behind in house points as of late, if this is their outlook on my class.” Of course he does not mention that he has been doing most of the docking lately.

“I would suggest that you don’t fail, since there is a penalty game today. Everyone will be partaking a sample of my own Manegro potion” Finley summons a smoking cauldron of a bright-orange potion from one of his cabinets, prepared on the night before. “Just so that the potioneers understand what they are brewing firsthand. It is an important experience in the potion making process. Anyone who does an exceptionally poor job today will not receive an antidote from me at the end of class. I would advise against charming the hair off, as only an antidote can guarantee an absolute cure. Luckily, the hospital wing is always in stock-”

De Lucas’ antics manage to make him pause for a second, and he allows silence to reign as the girl returns with several eyes on her. If the girl isn’t going to be subtle about interrupting his explanations, then neither will he. It’s quite unflattering, how often Gryffindors assume him to be as lax as their own Head of House. “Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss De Lucas. Arrive to class prepared next time, if you will”. Finley will claim no bias in his laxness, but De Lucas is not a girl who requires constant reminders and punishments, unlike...a certain object of her attentions.

“Ganjin, do try to address me as “Professor Finley” or simply “Professor in the future” He gives her a smile that is reminiscent of his mountain lion form, and trusts that it gets his point across.”Anything else would be disrespectful, don’t you think?” He has a reputation to maintain in the name of discipline, after all. Still, the girl makes a good point. He will not deny that Clark’s shivering bothers him, if only visually. A nonverbal Draught Charm fixes the problem, and so he continues.

“Any third years and below may partner up with an older student since this is a rather difficult potion. The older student may be awarded ten points to their house for accepting a younger classmate. However, each student must still earn their own antidote, understand?”

Professor Finely pauses again in order for his instructions to sink in, but the silence only serves to amplify the sound of footsteps towards the door of his classroom. A tardy student?

“You may enter at the cost of either fifty house points or a detention with me on Friday afternoon. Make your choice quickly. I do have a lesson to run.”

[[ OOC: GO ERIK GO ]]

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[misa03]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST. I AM KING OF THE WORLD. A LOIN IN SNAKE SKIN. While Sasuke waited for more students to appear, he was brought back from his thoughts when a familiar voice broke through the dim silence. Turning his head slightly and looking through his curtain of black hair he saw the one person who could turn him into a blabbering blushing mess. This person was Alexander Hoffman a Gryffindor and the only other person than his own best friend who he had the hugest crush on. The first time Sasuke had bet Alex was on the quidditch pitch when he first started on the team Sasuke had gotten a few shots past him but the way he blocked most of his shots was an amazing and the other fact being how cute he was. Sasuke had never actually talked to the other face to face but he did have a tendency to fallow him around when they were out of class. Sasuke is from a long line of Japanese ninjas so he was pretty well skilled in fallowing AKA stocking people. No one knew of his strange hobby but there would be no one who would care anyway so he did it when he was able to find the other. Sasuke chewed on his lower lip as he listened to the Professor scold Alex about how he should asking how he should succeeded not how he should fail. Maybe if Sasuke could puck up the courage he could ask if the other would like help but at this moment Sasuke was sure the other would blow him off and tell his to go away because of him being a Slytherian. Looking down Sasuke started to trace his finger over the scratch marks in the desk waiting for the rest of the students to come in. Sasuke could feel his face heating up already by just the voice of the green haired Gyffindor. Will he ever tell the other how he felt or will it always being a school time crush he would hold for the rest of his life. It was slightly embarrassing since the other was a lot younger than Sasuke. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[soronus]

It was a class for the lower years, the 7th Year Slytherin briefly reminded himself as he sat back in his chair. Slippery as the snake that adorned his school robes, Cyrille had slunk into the class unnoticed and had proceeded to his usual seat in the very back end of a particularly remote corner of the class. It was fortunate that Professor Finley's potions class was filled with enough furniture and various assemblies of apparatus to provide sufficient cover.

Not that Cyrille disliked potions in any way. In fact, it was arguably his favourite lesson. One never knew if some nitwit would be careless enough to concoct something that would blow up a decent potion of the classroom. On second thought, that might not be pleasant, considering they were located underneath the Great Lake. Still, it bore such a great similarity to Cyrille's number one hobby: Pyrotechnics. Naturally, it was something he excelled at. As a NEWTs student, he was also familiar with the Manegro Potion.

But as familiar as he was with Professor Finley's method of teaching, nothing could have stopped the delicate frown from forming on Cyrille's lips at the mention of having to actually take the potion as opposed to simply brewing it. Merlin...

He wasn't going to do it. Yes, he would simply sit this one out. He would just...

The Slytherin slunk lower in his seat. With a bit of luck, perhaps the professor would remain oblivious to his presence. He would brew the potion - quietly on his own - and leave the class hopefully without garnering any notice from the teacher nor his classmates.

[murk1]

Potions class was probably one of Erik's least favorite. There were quite a few reasons that went into it, one of them being that he just thought there were better things to do than potions. Another reason was his small crush on the teacher. However, he was certain that if he just didn't show up then he wouldn't have to put up with it. The only problem with that was the threat of being held back a year or something. It was his seventh year, he was determined to at least graduate.

Just as he was getting close to the door, a voice rang out. Immediately, Erik's first instinct was to just turn around and continue walking the other way. No house points deducted, no detention, only his grade would suffer. Sadly, that was the one thing he told himself that he could not do. Instead, he went with the one thing that probably wouldn't get him hated by the house of Gryffindor.

" I'll take the detention, Steffy. " He knew how much the nickname irked the professor, which was the only reason he used it. Seven years of having the same professor was bound to teach some people a few things- not only how to make a passable potion.

Casually, he strode over to where Cyrille was sitting ( in that remote corner of his ) and took a seat right next to him. Looking up at the board, he saw they were doing a Manegro potion- something that he did perfectly fine with on his NEWTs. " What's the catch? " Looking over at the fellow seventh year, he knew professor Finley's teaching style almost always had some sort of added 'bonus' to it. What he didn't know was that they were all going to be taking the professor-made sample.

To say the least, Erik wished he were back in the common room.

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[saturn]

Abby's voice made Saturn twitch. Yes, only Saturn was so pathetic as to be harassed by a first-year. Actually it had been a third-year Hufflepuff that had picked him up by the collar and tossed him, head-first, off a broomstick, into the Great Lake. After screaming "disgusting, filthy mudbloods" a few hundred dozen times, Saturn managed to get back to shore and almost considered skipping class.

But no, his grade would suffer, and he wasn't going to let impure heathens ruin his future like this. Nope. One day he'd be a... a something. He wasn't sure what something, but something.

"...Yes. I took a bath. With my clothes on."

He wriggled down and tried to not be noticed in his seat.

[abby]

"Right right, sorry," Abby said cheerfully to the potions master. Most might not be cheerful or polite to him, but hey, he seemed like such a sour person. He needed some energy to whirlwind into his life! The girl turned her gaze to Saturn then and frowned a little bit. He was an odd boy, really.

"You know you usually take your clothes off for that, right?" the girl asked incredulously, unable to understand he wasn't being serious with her. And then...well, then she noticed the boy that looked like he was trying to hide himself from being seen. And of course, Abby being Abby, she had to call him out. "Professor...how come Cyrille's hiding?" she asked of the man, thinking he clearly had some answers.

[proton]

"Ah, but Professor," the shit-eating grin on Alex's face grew, "if I know where to go wrong, learning how to go right is just a few easy logical steps away. We wouldn't learn from mistakes if they didn't teach us something valuable, would we? And in a way, knowing how to fail isn't the same as failing-- it's so you know not to go down that way, ain't it?"

Okay so maybe he just wanted to know how to make people into yetis. Especially that one Slytherin beater who didn't know how to shave her pits.

Either way, he pulled his book out, trying not to look too interested. Being smart wasn't cool; as far as anyone knew, he'd never slipped down to the library and hid with some of the thicker books in one corner of the room. As far as anyone knew, his talent went into making outrageous prank charms, including the sparkle-spewing textbook that he had slipped to Abby earlier.

She'd look like an innocent victim, and it'd likely trace back to someone who hopefully wasn't him.

And as far as he was concerned, he didn't know that Sasuke and Thalia were ogling him. Except he might have forgotten a quill.

He turned around, leaning against Thalia's desk. "Hey, got an extra quill I can borrow?"

[tsundere]

She flushed bright red in anger as Professor Finley reprimanded her, eyes glittering, but Thalia forced herself to swallow the emotion down. Whatever. Whatever. She would just do her best, and then do better than that, until he forgot about her mistake.

Her composure only lasted a moment, however, because then Alex was turning around in his seat, body pressing against her desk, words actually coming out of his mouth that were addressed to her, and only her. A heartbeat and Thalia stared blankly, mind stuttering to a halt before inspiration struck.

"I have an extra," she said, voice unnaturally calm. She felt as if she were moving in a dream, pulling her bag into her lap and rummaging through. She had six extra quills, actually, but no need to advertise that. "But it'll have to be a trade. I lost Gryffindor ten house points, and I want them back. So partner up with me on brewing this potion."

Her hand extended, the quill between her thumb and index finger. If he just took it and turned around she didn't know what she'd do--squeak and work on the potion by herself, she supposed, but even though she could feel a blush creeping back over her face, Thalia kept her gaze steady and tried to remember how to breathe.

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"I don't think so, Hoffman" Finley gives the Gryffindor boy his taunting smile, the kind that a lion might show his prey. Run, I dare you. "Why don't you strive for perfection the first time? After all, what is going to earn you an antidote is not what you have learned while making mistakes, it's how few mistakes I see from you" He summons a cardboard box of potion bottles

The Potions Master addresses the entire class."Make your mistakes while you practice outside of class. From the moment you step into my room, I expect nothing less than an 'Exceeds Expectations'. Those who rely on talents alone will find that their own performances will...lack substance from here on out"

Professor Finley can feel his eyebrow twitch at the nickname that Erik still used even after all these years. “Ten points from Gryffindor for the inappropriate address”. As a seventh-year student, Alejandro has no excuse, especially when the boy knows that the name is not welcomed anywhere. The deduction of points for it ought to be a ritual by now.

He hates repeating himself. He really does, but he supposes doing so would only be fair. A few nonverbal spells drains the cauldron of the thick orange potion and fills the bottles with the correct dosage. “Every student will take my Manegro potion before he or she starts brewing--yes, even you, Dubois--and those who fail my OWL standard will be denied an antidote at the end of class. So aim for that Exceeds Expectations”

“To put your concerns at rest, I will make myself the first test subject” It’s nothing new, since the Potions Master has been testing all his own potions since his school days. It did add more pressure to get the potion right, he knows. He would have told the class to do the same, but he knows that there are definitely going to be some bad brews among the underclassmen. Finley doesn’t particularly feel like waking up to the sound of parents’ Howlers. He uncorks one flask and drains its contents. Within seconds, his hair starts elongating from its roots. As throughly as the professor dyes his hair, the new hair is in the shade of his original chestnut brown, as is his new floor-length beard. Professor Finley pushes aside his floor-length bangs before speaking. “As you can see, the potion is successful. To accommodate dyed hair, I suppose I could have added the extract of Monkwood at the waning crescent, but for the purposes of the lesson, it is better not to compromise the integrity of the potion”

The Potions Master demonstrates the futility of Diffindo, and the hair elongates to its original length after being cut. “As you can see, attempting a Severing Charm is pointless. As for the antidote...”

This time, it’s a pale blue liquid. At first, it appears to do nothing, but after a few seconds, each strand of his hair shortens to its original length. “And there you have it. A perfectly safe procedure. Unless you fail to obtain the antidote and trip down the stairs on your own hair on the way to the hospital wing” The Potions Master smiles devilishly at the image.

“As usual, anyone who attempts academic dishonesty or sabotages a classmate will automatically lose ten house points, and will not receive the antidote. Alexander will be my eyes” He vanishes the hair on the ground with a wave of his wand.

"Line up, everyone." The professor gestures to his bottles.

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