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@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ The other had such high hopes for Liandro and maybe he would have high hopes for himself of he hadn't at potions since he were a kid. Back then he didn't have the excuse of his needing glasses, his eyesight was just fine at that time. Of course, his study habits weren't as great and he had begun to notice his sight dwindling once he had hit puberty. Nonetheless, he will always assume that there was no hope for him when it came to this department.

"All doom and gloom? I never thought of you that way, just quiet as hell. Anyways, if I were to encounter something weird and was a life or death situation, I highly doubt I'd have a /cauldron/ on me anyways. I don't just casually carry one around you know." And like he's said to other before, at that point it is good to wonder what a muggle would do in that situation. He hated muggles, but that didn't mean he thought they were stupid. If anything, he often found them much smarter than wizards and witches at times.

"It looked like a six, okay," he grumbled under his breath, proceeding to whisper something about glasses shortly after. With knowing for certain he was actually reading the numbers wrong, it may be time he stopped being so stubborn.

"You can find it adorable but I don't break the rules...not unless it benefits me in other ways." He continued to slice the mushrooms, putting them into the pot as he spoke, allowing them to simmer whilst he ground the wartcap into a finer powder before placing that into his cauldron too, stirring absentmindedly. "Speaking of which, what would you like in return for your tutoring services?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ (Wow okay so I never received a notification for this reply and now im confused wkekke will get to soon!)

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ "I do. I wouldn't have told you so if I didn't mean it." The blonde simply stated, plush lips parting in a smile. She knew it wasn't much, but she could only hope that the boy before her would come to trust her. In potions at the very least, if nothing else. One may deem her insane but she knew what she was doing. Yvaine had met several people in her life who excelled if put under pressure and maybe this prefect of hers would be the same way. Hopefully.

"Why wouldn't I? I might be all doom and gloom, but that doesn't mean I can't wish others well in their journey." She gave the boy a shrug. "Perhaps not. Potions are great on the fly if you end up needing them in the future. You know, as a precaution." She tossed the mushroom onto another table when he began to stutter out a correction, soft laughter leaving her lips. "You must read more carefully, Mr. Kang." She teased, arms resting back upon the wooden table as she observed the next set of steps for the potion. "That's right. As if I'd condemn you, dear Prefect. I was merely being hypothetical though I find it adorable that you'd be willing to help me anyway." Her eyes watch over the measurements for any errors, only to find none so far. A small hiccup in the preparation wouldn't cause a lowered grade, would it? She could only hope that his technique would be as flawless.

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ The prefect couldn't tell if Yvaine was either insane or just a badass due to how nonchalantly she stated it would be fine if she had gotten burnt. He even may have second-guessed whether or not he should have asked /her/ for help. Who knows, maybe she was into things like having a cauldron exploded in her face. That may just be why she agreed quite quickly to help him. "...If you say so then." Despite his wondering just what was on her mind, Liandro decided to move on. He really did need her help, she was one of the best students in their year when it came to potions.

"I am glad to know that you have this much faith in me...and that you are /basically/ stating that I will become a great wizard. Though, I don't think I will be touching many potions later in life." Liandro's dark eyes darted to look at Yvaine's fingers that had pinched the extra mushroom away. "What, but it says s-" He squinted and leaned down to better read his book, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, it does say five." Thank goodness she had caught that blunder of his. With a sigh, he began slicing the mushrooms moving onto the measurements of the salamander blood and wartcap powder soon after.

"A prank? And just who will you be pranking Miss Dorian? If you do so, you better keep my name out of it."

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ "I can handle being harmed, Liandro." Yvaine recited bluntly as though cauldrons exploded on her regularly. They didn't, but that didn't make her any less fearless towards them. "Big deal. I get a few burns, hit up the hospital wing, and I'll be good as new before you know it." She gave him a reassuring smile, resting her free hand on his shoulder for a moment and then removing it.

"You'll find that most things don't scare me. Same as before. If I get burned, it'll be okay. I'm trusting you to do well and you're trusting that I'll be alright. If your potion is as it should be, then we won't have to worry about me being harmed at all." Her fingers drum against the sides of her face as she contemplates his response, eyes carefully observing his practices. "Consider the fact that great witches and wizards figured out their own potions through trial and error, not by playing it safe. And not every potion thrown or used is perfect." It's then that she realizes a mistake and swipes away the final mushroom before it can be cut. "You grabbed one too many, Lian. The recipe only needs five or we'll be risking some major internal freezing." She elaborated calmly, rolling the mushroom around between her fingertips. "I can't really think of any other things. I don't like testing on companions and I'd rather you not take the potion and set yourself alight. Plus, I think it'll make for a delightful prank at a later date if the idea works."

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：eleazar azorra-shin。⁰²   Everett had grown up learning several things from his parents. Potions, charms, transfiguration, etc... But Potions was definitely one of his weak spots. He wasn't horrible in the class but he wasn't as skilled as the other second years seemed to be. And some of the potions they were being taught were just complicated. He had been taught very simple ones. Thankfully the teacher didn't want to bite his head off every time he messed up.

The most recent lesson, the swelling potion, seemed to pose a rather large challenge for him. Things just weren't connecting. And he wasn't sure if he was just... Not using his head... Or if it was actually difficult. He could have bounced around when the Ravenclaw offered him help with the potion and the assignment they were assigned. Though Everett was always good at writing essays. And now they were in the empty classroom, practicing the potion. Thankful the professor was so nice.

"Mmmmmm... Yes please.. I'm still struggling with putting it together." He admitted. "Even though I'm almost certain my dad showed me how to do it before I got here." Everett was so thankful for Eleazar. He'd probably fail this class if it wasn't for his dad and now, Eleazar. "Thank you for this, by the way... I seriously appreciate it."

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：everett sinclair。⁰² Growing up with a potioner / alchemist for a father, it didn't come as a surprise when eleazar found himself thoroughly enjoying his potions lessons from the get-go (it was probably a bigger surprise that he'd ended up in ravenclaw, and even that was almost an expectation given his unique perspective on most things). He was very thankful that the current potions professor wasn't as hard to please as snape had been; he'd definitely be spending more time in detention than there were words in /all/ the books in the library if that were the case.

He'd taken notice of a particular petite hufflepuff classmate who'd shared the class with him earlier that week; said classmate seemed to display quite a bit of difficulty during the lesson when they were preparing a swelling potion. He had made to approach the petite male when the class ended, offering his assistance to tutor him especially given their assignment from that lesson (a two-page essay describing the properties of bat spleens as a potion ingredient and thereby concluding its necessity in the swelling solution). Said classmate was more than delighted at the offer and readily agreed. As such, that was why eleazar and the hufflepuff (he learnt quickly enough that his name was everett) found themselves in the classroom on an early saturday morning, having obtained permission from their professor to use the room for "extra studying".

"Before we start on our essays, do you perhaps want to try making the swelling solution again? I'll go through it with you." The blonde had started in a kind offer, his freckled face kind and patient as he looked at his classmate.

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ The prefect didn't have the heart to tell the other that it was indeed /not/ a typo in his textbook. Nor was it due to the fact that he would forget what ingredients were needed for the potions. It was either his bad luck, or as she said, his timing added to his lack of being able to read his textbook properly for measurements at times. "I don't know. If this cauldron explodes, you may get hurt." It was meant to be serious, but any other person may take what he was saying as a joke.

As she continued to speak about how they would go about his learning, Liandro put together the ingredients, setting each thing beside him in the order that they should be going into his pot so that he could have better access to it. "I don't think I feel very comfortable with you setting yourself on fire to test a potion that, potentially, won't work how it should." He began measuring out the bursting mushrooms in preparation to slice them as needed, taking out one too many, as the books stated five, yet Liandro's poor eyes read six. "Do you have any other solutions for testing it?"

@－ ❛ ᴀᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛᴜʟᴀs ❜ @－ ❛ ʜ ❜：cian miracle。⁰²   @－ ❛ s ❜：lilamae crabbe。⁰³ "We are?" Mint looked at Cian and his eyes widened when he ehard the other had left his wand. Oh holy , how could they be this ing stupid. Not that Mint never did that, he often forgot his own wand in his bedroom so there was that, he was just panicking. Holding the wand towards the big spider he mumbled the spell just clearly too messed because it literally did nothing. He pulled Cian towards him, trying to hide under the next table and getting away from the spiders. "I am not a fan of ing spiders," he whined. Especially not in this size.

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ "Excellent. I was hoping we could start with a fire protection potion." Yvaine elaborated as she plucked a book from the top of the stack, flicking through a handful of pages until she found the one she was looking for. "It's simplistic and has enough technique work for me to see what you may be doing wrong." She turned the book in the boy's direction, her other hand gesturing to the short set of ingredients and instructions.

"I've already gathered the materials for you as well. As much as I know the professor won't mind if we use some of theirs, I'd rather not if I don't have to." Plush lips curl into a warm smile as she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. It didn't help that she was particularly picky with her ingredients and would rather run the risk of Liandro creating some other harmless potion than gathering ingredients that could easily kill her. "I really don't mind. Potions is something I've always enjoyed and it's not like helping you is going to hurt me, you know? I'm sure you won't be as bad as you think. For all we know, it could be something simple like a timing issue or a typo in your textbook." She set the book down by the nearby cauldron, freeing a hand to drag over one of the many chairs in the empty classroom. "Now, what I'd like you to do is attempt to make the potion and I'll try my best to correct you if I see something wrong. Afterwards, I'm going to taste it and see if it gives the desired effect. If we're really lucky, I'll have you try to set my sleeve ablaze with a simple incendio incantation and test the potency of your potion." Upon sitting down, her elbows came up to rest upon the table, hands cradling her face. "What do you think? That work for you?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ The prefect's eyes darted to stare at the books that Yvaine had tossed onto a desk, causing him to wonder if he really should have asked her for help. He feared that she would start him off with something extreme, however, her next words placed him at ease. "Yes, yes that would be great. What potion should I start with?" He asked as he pulled out a notebook to prepare himself for any piece of information that she provided him. "I really can't believe you took this time for me today, Yvaine. I hope my failures with whatever you give will not annoy you too much."

Honestly, it was inevitable that he'd mess /something/ up. He already knew, sort of, why he as much he had in potions. And that was very much due to the fact that the man just refused to wear the glasses that he so desperately needed. Without those, it was quite hard to measure anything with exact precision. Or he often mixed numbers like, six or 8, when the writing was small enough.

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@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ "Next thing I know I'll be getting wings for Christmas." The blonde muttered under her breath, lips still curled into a sweet smile. "I really hope you will be. I mean, sure. That goes with the logic that things will get worse before they get better, but you should still watch yourself." She elaborated further, having been through it herself in the years since her transfer to Hogwarts. The hours had been longer and the stacks of homework even longer. It had the potential to damn near kill someone if they didn't keep up. "I greatly appreciate that. I already have enough people who wish to kill me." And it's with this 'joke' that she gathered her things and hurried off to her next set of lessons for the day.

When Saturday arrived, Yvaine found herself stumbling back into the potions class with a handful of vials in one hand and a stack of books in the other. She tossed the tomes onto the nearest desk after a few steps and gave the prefect a smile in greeting. "You ready to learn something, Liandro?" She inquired as she approached his cauldron, setting down an array of bottles before him. "I figured we could start with something easy and go harder from there. What do you think?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ "At the moment, you're a life-saver. Thus, you're an angel," he said, his smile soon fading into something smaller so as to not show how enthusiastic he was over having her help. He didn't want his new potions tutor to run off because she thinks he is creepy. "I will be fine. Sometimes you have to give yourself a large push to relax later, right?" He responded quite seriously, not having understood that she was teasing him. "Yes, until Saturday. I'll try to not kill us both between now and then." With that, he moved onto his next class.

Saturday came around and Liandro was already in the potions classroom, his cauldron ready for the other to teach him. He wondered just what potion she would start off with. Or well, which she would have him complete. Hopefully, it was not something like polyjuice potion. Of course, that takes a month to complete, but he couldn't help but fear it.

@－ ❛ ᴀᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛᴜʟᴀs ❜ @－ ❛ s ❜：lilamae crabbe。⁰³ [] i forgot to tag oops

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：mint ainsworth。⁰² cian was lowly humming a lullaby, only then to hear a high-pitched scream coming from the back. the male’s eyes then were laid on the large spider. “oh yeah we are completely fu-“ cian forced himself to not finish that sentences. focusing more on taking out his wand. talking about that, why wasn’t it in his coat pocket? it then hit him, he left his wand at his dorm. “what would i know? i left my wand” the boy remarked with mumble at the student which was covered by his wooden desk.

@－ ❛ ᴀᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛᴜʟᴀs ❜ @－ ❛ ʜ ❜：cian miracle。⁰²   @－ ❛ s ❜：lilamae crabbe。⁰³ Staring at what just happened Mint froze. He had never been a fan of spiders and even less of huge ing spiders. "Oh holy ," he called, hiding under his desk right away to hide from the spider. He was holding his wand tightly, just hoping that creature would disappear or someone would take care of it. Because, honestly, Mint did not believe that staying under a table would keep him from getting eaten.
"What do we do?" he asked, small panick in his voice. Surely, their professor had thought him how to keep such creatures away, but not how to get rid of them. Great.

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@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：cian miracle。⁰²   @－ ❛ ʀ ❜：mint ainsworth。⁰² @－ ❛ s ❜：lilamae crabbe。⁰³ .

【 ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛᴜʟᴀ ɪɴᴠᴀsɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ 】

               ˚✧₊⁎  ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ᴄʟᴀssʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴs  ⁎⁺˳✧༚

❛  The cacophony of shattering glass rudely interrupted the afternoon lecture in potions class. It’s loud, shrill, and soon made itself known as the announcement for the invasion of a large creature that did not belong in any classroom. It clicked its proportionally massive pinchers, eight black eyes staring tauntingly at the students before it.  ❜

— ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛᴜʟᴀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴏᴏᴍ

         【 ɴᴏᴛᴇs 】
－ please make sure to read and comment on the announcement.
－ tag one another.
－ use the dice roll room to determine the general outcome of your actions.
－ you have three days to complete your tasks.

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ Yvaine's form relaxed when Liandro returned the smile. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "I don't know about an angel, but thank you." A soft laugh fell from her parted lips as she leaned back in her chair. "Sounds good. It'll give us a starting point and then I can work on finding new recipes for you to follow. Oh okay." Her gaze shifted to the professor as the other fourth year walked off, the girl resting a hand against his arm when he returned in an exhausted state. "Don't go overworking yourself this early, Liandro." She teased. "That works out perfectly. I'm free aside from some studying this weekend so we should have plenty of time to do this. Until Saturday then?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ Yvaine took quite a long time in answering whether or not she would tutor him. Honestly, it was stressing Liandro out, causing his hand to twitch to his pocket where his usually kept his cigarettes. He hated the suspense that she caused with not answering his question. But soon, the fourth year responded.

Relief washed over him and a large smile spread across his features. To say he was happy about her agreement to tutor him was an understatement. Maybe he will finally get nearly an exemplary in potions this year. "You are a complete angel, Yvaine. We can certainly set up a time for you to see my skills in potions and you can decide how hopeless I am from there. Hold on. Let me see if the professor will allow me to use the room." Liandro hurried away from her table to go briefly speak to the professor before her returned to Yvaine, out of breath. "Okay, so we can use the classroom on Saturday at one. You don't have any plans do you?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ Her eyes analyze his visage for any signs of a joke when he makes his request. Did he find her daft? Why her? Of all people? She purposely kept her father's name so she couldn't be connected to the Lenoir family and their connections. At least, that's what she hoped for. It couldn't be that, right?

Her fingertips drum at her cheeks as she listened to the prefect. Potions /was/ one of her best subjects and perhaps helping someone in need wouldn't harm anything. "I can assure you that there will be no unintentional explosions if you're with me." She reassured, making her way to stand and face the boy. "I'll tutor you and see if we can work on your techniques. If we can get that figured out, I think you'll find yourself doing better in no time. Okay?" Plush lips curl into a small smile as she held out a hand. "When did you want to meet for this?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ Her nonchalant way of speaking made Liandro feel even more embarrassed by the fact he was about to ask for help. However, his expression was still as serious as before, not an ounce of his insecurity showing on his place. "Well, potions is my worst subject, and I don't really want to bother the professor again with my questions. I was hoping you'd be able to maybe tutor me?"

If the stench on his robes wasn't clear enough about just how bad he can be at potions, then he wasn't sure what was. "I have had a few pots explode over the years. I have the ingredients down to a T. But I have no idea as to what else I am doing wrong." So far, he hasn't had something explode yet, however, the school year was young.

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁴ Potions was one of the few skills Yvaine could say she was proud of. Her mother had been a complete potions nerd when she was at Hogwarts and it seemed that the trait had transferred to her daughter. It's as she's finishing her potion that her nose fills with an odd scent. Was something wrong? She leans into her cauldron with an expression of confusion, carefully inhaling and finding nothing wrong. How weird.

The smell only grew stronger when someone else in Slytherin robes approached her. Liandro Kang, a fellow 4th year who'd recently been appointed as a Prefect. Great. Her face is filled with a bored expression as her hands cradle it, deep brown eyes staring up at the male. "I'm pretty good, yeah. Why? Did you need something?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：yvaine dorian。⁰⁴ If there was one course that Liandro had to take that he genuinely felt as though he struggled in, it was potions. Of course, it could be of his own fault that he didn't do as well in it as he did in other courses. But with taking on the responsibility as a prefect, he did vow to do better in the class. He thought that maybe if he just measured everything properly, that he would do quite all right. However, after severely screwing up his Felix Felicis potion, he knew that he would need help.

The stench of the sizzling potion was quite horrid and still stuck to his clothes when he approached his fellow Slytherin, Yvaine. He didn't often approach other students for help, but he had already asked the professor for so many tips to succeed, that if he asked one more time, he was certain he would be failed for the disruption. His slender fingers tapped on the wooden table that she was seated at. "You're good at potions, yeah?"

silas had been moving in and out of rooms, searching for one that was not already occupied. hogwarts was a large castle, but every space seemed to be filled with at least a handful of students. most times, he didn't mind studying around others but that was only when he had absolutely no choice. his next class wouldn't be for another hour and a half, so he had some time to himself.

the young lad hopped his way down the stone staircase, the rubber soles of his black timberlands puttering softly against the rock surface. finally reaching the bottom, he trotted along hurriedly, robes sweeping across the space at his speed. if one were to take notice of him, they would believe he was late for class with his brisk pace. to his luck, the few slytherins that made home in one corner of the dark space did not heed to his presence.

sparse strands of raven locks fell over his forehead as he peeked into the classroom. eyes surveyed the dimly lit area before he moved the rest of his tall frame inside, a soft exhale released in relief that his long search was finally over. silas found a seat in the back of the empty class and settled in comfortably. frayed yet esteemed notebook splayed open while coal ink danced over its cotton-linen pages in semi-legible penmanship, noting of the owner's flora familiarities.