Potions Lesson 3: Years 6-7 (Invite Only)

It seemed that the Polyjuice potion did take a lot of certain students. In fact it seemed that some did not even attempt to accomplish the potion to the finished product. There were only three cauldron in the classroom, ready to attempt to put the final product of their potions in use. It seemed that only the upperclass students even got to this stage. It was somewhat disappointed, but what could he have done about it? He was not about to open it for everyone else when there was a month's work all flushed down the drain.

Shrugging, he waited patiently for the three to arrive. He knew that this was the part where they would have to decide who they would become, he was curious to see who would they decided to be.

Tess had gotten the owl the previous night, telling her that the potion was brewed correctly enough for her to attend the last lesson. Apparently it was hinted that it would be an intimate class; figures, people didn't do their potions correctly, or absolutely ignored the instruction to meeting time. Either way, she didn't care; she was just glad she managed to make it well enough for her to attend class. She had to admit the hardest part had been trying to find a donor of hair. She had thought about Rhian, but then again what would have been the fun of that. She never really had any people that close to her...except the one person she had asked the hair from. She had asked very kindly, and distract him enough to grab the strand of hair and pull it. He wasn't all too pleased, but he understood; both loved potions.

A hint of a grin appeared on her expression as she pushed the door open. It seemed pretty clear that when it was hinted at intimate it was small, but not this class. Only three cauldrons were in the whole room, one taken up by the Head Boy himself. Smiling briefly at his direction, she sat down in front of her engraved cauldron and waited patiently for the third person to arrive.

Rhian was excited to receive her letter about potions. It wasn't that she thought herself horrid at the subject, but she was never top marks in the class either. With Tess as her lab partner in most group work, she was glad to see that she could do well enough on her own for this potion. Plus, there was the added feeling of not letting Mycroft down either.

Walking down to the dungeons, she pushed the door open quietly, not sure who would be there. Spotting only three cauldrons, her eyebrows rose. The other two were already there, and no surprise as to their owners. Murray, she didn't much care about either way, but she was glad to see Tess.

She took her spot with her cauldron and pulled out her tools. The phial of hair was set gingerly amid the items, a small smile on her face. It was easy to acquire, though the look on Conner's face when he realized what he was really agreeing too had her in stitches. Looking up at Mycroft with a greeting smile, she wondered how he'd take the choice.

The students allowed to enter arrived promptly to his classroom, something that Mycroft definitely appreciated. Figuring that there was no point in lagging it he got up and walked towards his own version of the potion. Looking over as all of them went to their respective cauldrons he began to throw out questions.

"Welcome to your last lessons of potions ever. Seeing as you are all seventh years, I'm glad to see familiar faces that I knew could get to this level of the potion. This is known to be the hardest part of the month's worth of work. But before we begin, each of you tell me a good reason to use this potion? Sell me your reason."

(OOC: I've been swamped with midterms, thus I'll just be asking for people to post your potion making skills and will give out the full 20 plus 10 pts for Murray, J. for answering his question.)