Lesson Four - Fourth Years

Ana walked into the classroom, her black heels clicking loudly on the floor. It was her first day as the new Potions professor and she was rather excited to be teaching. Potions was one of the few things she had mastered with ease while in school, so landing this position had been pure luck. Pulling her wand out of it's holster, she waved it at the board and that lesson's potion appeared on it.


Putting her wand back, she walked over to the desk and sat down, pulling out a book as she waited for her students to show.

Kama walked into class, her eyes taking in the (once again) New Professor. She raised an eyebrow at her, and with a quick nod, slid into a seat in the middle. Forget all this madness. She had better things to do than class.

She'd shown up, though. That must be something.

The Potions classroom stank.

It smelled the same as it always did, of course - of potions and their ingredients - but at the moment, said smell was causing Aria's stomach to roil discontentedly. Or maybe that was caused by the images involuntarily coming to mind when she spotted Karma. Hellfire. Agony. All because of someone by the name of Ethon. And now, Karma was walking around wearing jewelry from the man.

Aria sat on the other side of the class, as far away from her friend - from her sister - as she could get.

Potions. That one word was enough to make him sigh. This was not his best subject and it became clear why as soon as he attempted to make a potion. He either ended up blowing it up or creating a smell so foul even he was on the verge of passing out.

He entered the classroom with his hands shoved into his pockets, almost daydreaming as he took his seat. He hated not being able to do something so the daydreams were a perfect way to keep himself calm.

Letti walked into the potions room, completely at ease. It was strange--she was usually having a mental breakdown when she walked into a potions room. Somehow, no matter how simple, she always seemed to mess it up somehow.

But, despite her...differences with the subject, the blond found herself feeling confident now that she had practically killed herself practicing. Not that it would actually help, though.

Taking a seat near the door, Letti placed her bag on the floor, her mind stuck in her own little world.