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❶ Selfish ❷ Cowardly ❸ Awkward ❹ Unlikable
xxxxxxxxxxABEL, potions professor
✘ Potions classroom ✘ I found something shinier than any treasure. Look for the next page in my story!
- INDENT Okay, he would start off this class - it was the seventh years - by welcoming them back. He'd write on the board a list of all the potions they would do. Then he'd make another list on another board of all the written assignments he wanted. And then he would explain what the expectations are, what the rules are, and then he'd... he'd...
INDENT Abel entered the room from the supply closet and froze when his eyes fell upon all the students in the room. His mind vacated the premises and his hands were stuffed in his pockets. Papers, paper, where were those papers he was reading the night before--? He really left them in his office?! The professor ducked back into the supply closet and closed the door behind him. It wasn't time for class to start yet, anyway...!
INDENT Okay. Okay, Plan B.
INDENT The "Potions Master" grabbed at a number of ingredients, sifting through shelves. In the very back he found a peculiar jar with swirling, metallic gold contents. Was that really Felix Felicis? He plucked it from the shelf and unstoppered the bottle. He observed the surface of it begin to come to life, rippling of its own accord. Yeah, it had to be. He stuck a finger inside, swirled it about, then stuck that finger in his mouth. The jar was corked and put back on the shelf in the far back.
INDENT Okay. Now, Plan B... Plan B was a bad idea. A different approach would be better!
INDENT Loading his arms with various bottles, Abel emerged back into the room, empowered. The room had filled to the size he expected. The ingredients were placed down on the table in the front of the room.
INDENT "W, welcome back. Now, you're all seventh years... I'll do my best to prepare you for your NEWTs. This year, we'll be learning..." Abel trailed off, turning to scavenge for chalk. He found some a distance away. He began to take a step and decided against it, taking out his wand. Why waste effort writing when he could have the chalk write for him? But then an even better idea popped into his head. He continued with renewed gusto, "...lots of stuff, I guess. It's our first day back, so let's do some review. I'm going to hold up something, and you have to tell me what it is, and what you did over break."
INDENT One of the jars on the front table were held up. It was full of some goopy substance, Billywig-sting slime. He looked to the first student closest to him. There were no students in the first row (there hardly ever was unless there was a full class), and so he looked to the second row, at a particular Slytherin girl with dark hair that was always attentive in his classes throughout the years.