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forresterfinn:

Washcloths in hand, Forrester entered Professor Lachlan’s classroom, ready to wipe down the tables for her. Potions class could get especially messy, and it was his duty (as ordered by the headmaster) to clean up when he was available. After all, he wasn’t involved in any extracurriculars. Classes started up in a few days anyway, and though there was no potion littering the tables at the moment, it was important that they say clean. Wouldn’t want any debris from another project ruining someone else’s, right?

Typically, Forrester proceeded his work without any communication with the professors, but when he noticed that Eliza had been pummeled with boxes, he left his rags on the desks and quickened his pace to aid her, grabbing some of the boxes. “Are you alright, Professor? I promise I didn’t make the boxes do that. I can’t get another detention today… You’re okay, though, yeah?”

Eliza had been so wrapped up in what she was doing that she forgot Forrester was still there. She thought he had finished and left. “I’m fine. Yes, it’s alright.” She nodded, the brushed herself off. “I know you didn’t do it, Forrester. It was my own fault.” She replied, knowing fully well that she needed to be more careful. Taking the boxes from him, she stacked them off to the side. “Another detention? You’ve gotten one already? What did you get yourself into?” She asked curiously as she raised her eyebrow.

#forresterfinn

willkes:

annoyed could be a word for it, but he hadn’t asked the opinion of another UPTIGHT professor to be shed upon him. however, his lips stressed into a smile & he crossed his arms a bit. it was hard pretending to be kind but he could be. ❛ believe me, i’ve heard far worse, professor lachlan. doing a bit of spying around, are we ? ❜

Eliza hadn’t meant to insult the man, but she could see how she could have, questioning him on a silly riddle. Though there was something about Cassius’ smile that made her unsure. “I suppose there are worse ones, yes...” She nodded. A small smirk formed over her lips as she narrowed her eyes at him slightly. “Actually... I am. It’s part of my job description, didn’t you know?”

#willkes

willkes:

things had settled down far too much for cassius’ liking. but with the start of school fast approaching he had to get back into the swing of hiding out. classes were going to start soon, he had to reestablish himself as the favourite teacher of the group. so he thought he might start it out with a RIDDLE that he’d seen in a book. ❛ what’s green & red & goes round & round ? ❜

Eliza found herself standing in the doorway of the classroom. Not that she was lurking or spying, she was just curious. Though her eyebrow raised when she heard the riddle being given. She’d heard this one before as she had two older brothers who enjoyed this kind of humor. She cleared her throat. “Excuse me, Professor, do you really think that this is an appropriate riddle for the students?”

#willkes

With classes resuming in just a few days, Eliza had spent most of this week preparing. Her lesson plans were done and she had gotten the potions room all neat and organized. Now onto the store room. She wanted to take a full inventory so she would know exactly what was on hand and what she needed.

This closet was a mess. How did it ever get so out of order? Working her wand, Eliza started to shift everything around. Bottles and boxes floated back and forth between the shelves. Once everything was settled, she began her list.

Eliza shook her head as she saw a few things were still out of place. Because of her short stature, she needed to climb a bit to reach. However, once she moved one of the boxes, a bunch of them came crashing down on her. “Bollocks!”

#maleficiumstart

gilliangreyback:

““ after the night of the full moon… ““ ((an intro))

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Eliza was up bright and early this morning. This wasn’t unusual for her, but with classes resuming soon, there was much to do. She had gotten herself prepared and ready for the day, then began to make her rounds as she knew most of the students would be rolling out of bed at this time. Some chose to come to breakfast as they were, but others like to wash up first. When she reached the girls lavatory, she noticed a bit of a line forming. One of the girls seemed to be taking her time. Walking up to the door, she gave it a firm knock. “Hello? Is everything alright in there?”

#gilliangreyback

dxisybell:

Daisy was making her way back to the castle through the Scottish snow with her dog bounding his way through the crisp untouched blanket of white covering the grass. This winter wasn’t as cold as others, but she was still thankful for snow nonetheless. “C’mon Croesus, we don’t want you turning into a snowdog” she laughed, looking her her beige beagle who was now almost entirely white thanks to his antics.

Eliza had been out most of the morning collecting ingredients. With what had happened, she wanted to stock up in case there was a need to make any reversal potions or antidotes. As she moved up the path, she noticed footprints in the snow of someone who had passed through before her. Keeping up, she found that those footprints belonged to a woman. When she got closer, she recognized who it was. “Daisy.” She called out as she approached the other woman. “Hello, Daisy.” Eliza lifted her hand to wave. “How are you, love?”

#dxisybell

gingerveela:

‘‘ don’t touch me ! DON’T TOUCH ME ! ’’ dominique shrieked in pure AGONY as she was crowded around. people trying to help her up — laying hands on her, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, but it all just BURNED. she could feel her skin blistering at the contact, & yet, there was no physical change to her. nothing to indicate the pain she was experiencing aside from her screaming & sobbing.

then, she was picked up, & it hurt so much she could barely make a sound. there was a weight on her chest, crushing her, leaving her gasping for her breath between her sobs & what were now choked out remains of screams. her throat seeming to have given out. someone get help —- she could make out those words, but it sounded distant ; as though the speaker were underwater. was she underwater ? she could still hear the voices in the back of her mind ; telling her all her mistakes. how she wasn’t helping this situation by crying like a baby. how she was WEAK & needed to push herself & keep fighting despite the pain. but right now, dominique could barely speak. instead ; all she managed out was one word. ‘‘ home. ’’

Eliza could tell that Dominique was in serious pain, but as she looked the girl over she could see no physical injuries. She had to think fast on what to do next. Moving the girl in this moment would probably cause her even more pain than what she was in now. “Dominique. Listen to my voice. Focus on me.” She said gently. “Breathe, darling. You must breathe. Breathe in deeply and let your breath out slowly.” Her goal right now was to try and soothe and calm her even in the slightest way.

So many thoughts ran through Eliza’s mind. She didn’t want to preform anything on the young Weasley girl until she knew exactly what they were dealing with. They would have to get her to the hospital wing and find whatever she had touched that had set this off and examine it.

The word home escaped Dominique’s lips. It was the only word she’d said at all. Why wouldn’t she want to be home right now? It probably was the place that the girl felt the safest. “We’ll get you there. I promise.” Eliza said, trying to reassure her, still holding her in her arms. The woman looked up for a brief moment to see other professors running towards them.

#gingerveela

jamiepottcr:

“Colourful like a rainbow because I’m gay as fuck?” James suggested, smiling hopefully as he prayed he wouldn’t get a bollocking for swearing even more than he already was. It was his birthday AND the New Year so he decided that it was an excuse for him to be cheekier than ever as it would be cruel to give him detention. “Think positive thoughts and all that shit. Do you have any resolutions other than kicking my arse to the curb when you can’t deal with me?”

Eliza winced at the sound of more profanity coming from the boy’s mouth. “Honestly, James.” She said as she shook her head, then sighed. Of course she wasn’t going to issue a detention at this moment, but so help him if he used such language in class. “Resolutions?” She grinned. “Though that is a good one, I never really set any. I can’t ever seem to stick to them.” She replied. Every year people make resolutions and only seem to see them out for the first few months. Then it’s just falling back into old habits. It’s a nice thought though. “Have you made any?”

#jamiepottcr

iaincampbell:

Iain, taking advantage of a rare afternoon off from sitting in his office trying to talk to all the students of Ravenclaw house, trying to make sense of what had happened had taken his dogs for a walk, Perseus, a brown Labrador and Nova a bearded collie. He was trying his hardest to sort through everything that had happened in the last couple of days, and he still couldn’t get his head around it all. How could he, it was insane.

Noticing Eliza sitting by herself he walked over to her, a smile on his face, sitting next to her he watched as his dogs rolled about in the snow. ‘’Hey..’’ Iain said softly. ‘’How’re you doing? You know, with everything?’’

Sensing a presence nearby, Eliza lifted her hazel eyes from her notes to see two dogs run by and start to play in the snow. Turning her head to the side, she saw Iain approach and sit next to her. A soft smile formed over her lips as she sat up a bit straigher. “Hey.” She returned the greeting. “Aright, I suppose.” Replying as she shrugged her shoulders slightly. “I’m still trying to make sense of it all, honestly.” It would take a lot of time for everyone to deal with what had happened. “How are you?” She asked as she shut her book and rested in down on the bench to her other side.

#iaincampbell

There was just something so special about Hogwarts when it snowed. After getting everything in order, Eliza decided that she was going to go out to the courtyard to clear her mind. With the events that had taken place at Christmas and with classes starting back up in a few days, she needed the fresh air.

Once outside, she wandered around a bit before brushing the snow off of a bench and taking a seat. The woman sat for a bit and took in the scenery, then took out her book and started going over her lesson plans for the term. She always had to be prepared, it's just how she was as a person.

@iaincampbell

#iaincampbell #p: 001

dcvlish:

corrine wasn’t upset about what happened last week at the ball. she was more upset that it had to happen at the BALL. she was having so much fun with abigail that she couldn’t help but get pissed whenever that was all ruined when dominique weasley flew up into the air.

she figured that her anger wasn’t completely focused on whatever happened at the dance, she was angry because this was ANOTHER attack that she didn’t know about.

so as she picked at her breakfast she noticed someone try and sit next to her, quickly she responded snarkily, “ last time i checked– we aren’t friends so go find someone else to bug. ”

"Miss Dolohov.” Eliza said. Her eyebrow raised as she looked over the young girl, her hands finding her hips. It was understandable that emotions were running high with everything that had happen. “Is something the matter?”

#dcvlish

jamiepottcr:

“As SHIT as the last week has been, I’m glad that I’m still celebrating today the exact way I’ve been planning to since I could speak. Hungover as fuck and in bed until four in the afternoon. Happy New Year everyone and happy fucking eighteenth birthday to me. Let’s hope the rest of the year gets better than this.”

“I must say, your language is quite colorful, Mr. Potter. But happy new year and happy birthday. Positive thoughts for better things to come this year.”

#jamiepottcr

#[ ooc ]

ozzymandius

Hogwarts Locations → Potions Classroom

#potions #about

avis-accio-alohomora

moodboard: potions class

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through the human veins, bewitching the minds, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death - if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.“

#potions #about

iaincampbell:

Being thirty-one at a teenage christmas ball had to be one of the most gruelling tasks Iain had ever faced since becoming a teacher, you were to let the children have fun, but not too much fun. If you know what I mean. Iain was still young enough to know what it was like at that age, to rebel and drink and just generally have fun. Plus, they were keeping the students away from their parents, on Christmas. Surely not letting them let off a little bit of steam was just rubbing salt into the wound. He clearly saw when a student poured rum into the punch, but looked in the other direction. He could practically hear his lecture from Mcgonnagal about irresponsibility coming on. It was when the kissing started he couldn’t stop himself for laughing, having to cover his mouth and look away.

‘’I think I’m most likely scarred for life at this point, or losing my job..’’

It definitely was strange, being on the opposite side of this equation. A feeling that Eliza still wasn’t quite used to yet. She was still young and could remember, like it was yesterday, what it was like to be a kid and a student here. She understood the need to cut loose every once in a while and that’s exactly what events like these were made for. However, Eliza was a professor now, better yet a head of house, so she was responsible for not letting the kids get too carried away. She slowly walked around the perimeter of the crowd, watching closely, looking for any sort of misbehavior. Before she knew it, she found herself standing near a man. Yay. Another adult. Finally. A small smirk formed over her lips as she was able to just about hear his comment. “For what exactly?” She asked as she looked at him and raised her eyebrow.

#iaincampbell

gingerveela:

‘‘ there you are ! ’’ the sudden appearance of the weasley family locket had taken her by surprise. given to bill when he turned 17, & then to fleur when they were wed. it had been passed onto dominique for her thirteenth birthday. a gift from her mother ; sure, she wasn’t the eldest weasley, but perhaps it was an apology for her middle child syndrome. it was a sign that she was just as important to the family as her siblings & cousins. & because of that, dominique had worn it with PRIDE. & it had been missing for a little less than a week, disappearing one night while she was sleeping. she didn’t want to admit to anyone that she had lost it, so she stayed QUIET on the matter, silently searching & begging to merlin that it be found. & so, it would seem that dominique was in luck. as she sat down near the punch table & knocked back her seventh drink of the night, the locket would appear at her side, seemingly by magic. had she not been intoxicated, she likely would’ve questioned how on earth that happened, but she didn’t. & instead, unclapsed the locket and reattached it around her neck. her mood skyrocketed & she finished up her drink before heading back onto the floor to continue to dance the night away. it wasn’t too long later that she started to feel SICK. her head was spinning, her ears ringing, & everything around her started to dissolve & warp. people becoming faceless shadows. screaming ringing out —— anger, hurt, fear ——- ‘‘ it’s your FAULT ! ’’ she hears someone shout. ‘‘ you didn’t HELP ! you’re useless ! ’’ someone else screams. tears burn in her eyes & her legs give out. her hands cover her ears, & shes overwhelmed with pain. her back arches & she can feel every single bone shifting and grinding together. her muscles contract and ACHE. she must be screaming, because her throat is BURNING & the coppery taste of BLOOD is overwhelming her tongue. she can’t hear anything aside from accusations that she FAILED, that she couldn’t make up her mind, that she’ll never do enough ; that she’ll never be enough. she’s trying to do something great & she’s trying too hard & she’s going to fall flat on her face & ——- she’s not on the ground anymore. her body is floating in the air, her nails digging into her scalp as a last ditch effort to keep her arms from being pulled away from her head, but it fails. her arms spread out wide, & she continues to scream in absolute agony as it feels like she’s being burned ALIVE from the inside out. her arms & legs go stiff, & she’s still as a statue as the locket pops open. it burns more than ever. she tries to scream out, but her mouth seems to be stuck shut, so her teeth merely GRIND together. the hall goes dark ; from the locket floats up the symbol of the neo-death eaters. dominique sees it, & suddenly, everything in her head is silent. the pain is gone. one. two. three. she’s falling from the air & crashes to the ground. the pain is back, still burning and torturous ; but less extreme. with every movement she can feel her bones & muscles crashing & squishing together and it’s most painful than anything she’s ever imagined. she rips off the locket & tosses it away, but it doesn’t change anything. she still hurts, & she can still hear the voices. ( ‘‘ idiot ! that did nothing ! you think you can fix this !? ’’ ) dominique curls in on herself ——- utterly unaware of her surroundings. & sobs.

As Eliza stood by chaperoning the ball, she couldn’t help but let all of the memories of her Hogwarts days flood her mind. Yes, she too once one of the many young witches who had passed through these halls and gone to events like these. Those were very happy times in her life. She smiled to herself as the memories continues to play and her eyes watched over the crowd.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she greeted a few students as they passed. The woman then made her way over to the punch bowl. She reached for a cup and the ladle, then poured some for herself. If she had gotten the chance to taste the punch, she would have known that it had been spiked, but she hadn’t had the chance. Something was not right.

Hearing a screech, Eilza whirled around, and dropped her cup on the floor. Her eyes watched in disbelief as the a student lifted up from the floor and floated. The flash from the symbol of the neo-death eaters cause her to shield her eyes for a brief second, then she took off. Without a thought crossing her mind, she was running through the crowd towards the student.

“Move! Back away!” She shouted as she tried to reach the young girl as fast as she possibly could. It seemed like it wasn’t fast enough, but as soon as Eliza reached the student, she scooped her up into her arms. Hearing the sobs broke her heart. How terrifying all of this must have been for her. Lifting her hand, she brushed the hair out of the girl’s face, then returned it to hold onto her tightly. “Someone get help. Now!” She shouted again, as she looked up at the crowd around them.

#gingerveela

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