Reply With Quote(It's alright. ^^)
Anelie sat down at one of the free benches as soon as she entered the classroom. She took her books and parchments out and made sure everything she needed was there. All that was left to wait for now was the teacher's arrival.
(sorry for the late reply)
Lucile strode near Anelie and was hoping for an interesting lesson as well- something that couldn't be found in the book. In the cellars there was an odd smell; most likely a potion gone wrong or perhaps even mold.
Percival followed his comrades to the cellars, walking some metres behind them. He stashed his hands into the depths of his slacks' pockets and gave a sigh. It was somewhat predictable that he wouldn't be good at potions- it wasn't anything like muggle-chemistry, and he knew nothing of that either. At eleven he wasn't allowed to take that class back at home, and hadn't felt the need to want it- too bad.
(It's alright. ^^)
Anelie sat down at one of the free benches as soon as she entered the classroom. She took her books and parchments out and made sure everything she needed was there. All that was left to wait for now was the teacher's arrival.
- Not to expect, not to forget.
If, after we have recognized intuitively a number of simple truths, we wish to draw any inference from them, it is useful to run them over in a continuous and uninterrupted act of thought, to reflect upon their relations to one another, and to grasp together distinctly a number of these propositions so far as is possible at the same time. For this is a way of making our knowledge much more certain, and of greatly increasing the power of the mind.
We ought to give the whole of our attention to the most insignificant and most easily mastered facts, and remain a long time in contemplation of them until we are accustomed to behold the truth clearly and distinctly.
The Meditator reasons that he need only find some reason to doubt his present opinions in order to prompt him to seek sturdier foundations for his knowledge. Rather than doubt every one of his opinions individually, he reasons that he might cast them all into doubt if he can doubt the foundations and basic principles upon which his opinions are founded.
Luxius entered the class in a fast pace, rushing. "Take your books out. Get yourselves a Sophophorus bean and a silver knife out of the drawers to the right." He spoke quickly, staring at the kids. "What you want to do is cut or crush the bean in order to release the juice within. I suggest crushing it."
"Today we are going to prepare a potion called Draught of Living Death. It is a very powerful sleeping draught, meant to send the drinker to a slumber similar to death, although not killing them."
- Not to expect, not to forget.
If, after we have recognized intuitively a number of simple truths, we wish to draw any inference from them, it is useful to run them over in a continuous and uninterrupted act of thought, to reflect upon their relations to one another, and to grasp together distinctly a number of these propositions so far as is possible at the same time. For this is a way of making our knowledge much more certain, and of greatly increasing the power of the mind.
We ought to give the whole of our attention to the most insignificant and most easily mastered facts, and remain a long time in contemplation of them until we are accustomed to behold the truth clearly and distinctly.
The Meditator reasons that he need only find some reason to doubt his present opinions in order to prompt him to seek sturdier foundations for his knowledge. Rather than doubt every one of his opinions individually, he reasons that he might cast them all into doubt if he can doubt the foundations and basic principles upon which his opinions are founded.
(Gvd. I forgot all about this rp. D': Didn't notice it until last wednesday.)
Percival followed his female friend into the cleverly-located classroom, removing his hands from his pockets to cross his arms. He took a seat behind is friend, next to a clumsy red-head that had managed to flip his bag and was now trying to gather his things. He would've sat next to Anelie, but a group of Ravenclaws had eagerly strode into the room and pushed him aside. Hadn't patience been a virtue once? Parchment, ink bottles, books, notebooks, biscuits and a hankerchief had all been spread out over the floor. The boy was lanky, and somewhat too tall to be crouching under tables. He kicked one of the ink bottles towards his hand, the boy awarded him with a smile.
Lucile waited outside until most of the students had entered, took their seats and a red-head stopped running around to collect his belongings. Mere seconds after she sat down next to her friend, Anelie, the professor entered. He started at a fast pace, moving passed them. He spoke of the 'Draught of Living Death', a rather famous potion that wasn't all that beyond their current leven- which was zero, mostly. Having taken out all she needed for the exercise, she stressed her mind trying to recall what a 'Sophophorus bean' looked like. Crush, not cut, she recited in her mind.
Luxius continued to explain, calmly walking around the class with his hands behind his back. "Pour in 250 fl.oz. of water and add 5 oz. of African sea salt to the beaker. Set the beaker aside after all the water has been added. Be very careful not to shake or move the beaker now. Then, after having left the water and salt to rest for five minutes, You will slowly pour it into the cauldron."
"Now listen carefully. With your left hand, grab the graduated cylinder. You need 40 fl.oz.essence of wormwood. Right hand - hold the cauldron at a slight angle, pour ten drops of the wormwood. That would be half the quantity in your cylinder." He waited for all the children to execute. None of them had done any noticeable mistakes yet. "Now chop three Valerian roots into small, square pieces. After cutting place it in a beaker with water. Leave it to settle for five minutes. Your potion should now be resembling a blackcurrant-colored liquid."
- Not to expect, not to forget.
If, after we have recognized intuitively a number of simple truths, we wish to draw any inference from them, it is useful to run them over in a continuous and uninterrupted act of thought, to reflect upon their relations to one another, and to grasp together distinctly a number of these propositions so far as is possible at the same time. For this is a way of making our knowledge much more certain, and of greatly increasing the power of the mind.
We ought to give the whole of our attention to the most insignificant and most easily mastered facts, and remain a long time in contemplation of them until we are accustomed to behold the truth clearly and distinctly.
The Meditator reasons that he need only find some reason to doubt his present opinions in order to prompt him to seek sturdier foundations for his knowledge. Rather than doubt every one of his opinions individually, he reasons that he might cast them all into doubt if he can doubt the foundations and basic principles upon which his opinions are founded.
Some of the students penned it down, while others preferred to commit his instructions to memory. Percival sat slumped in his chair; his hands uncharastically crossed, his mind adrift. An inch to the left of him, a red-head penned down each word that was spoken; the point of his feather scratching the dusty, but brand-new piece of parchment before him, vigorously. It was assumed that he'd let the slumped boy copy it all later, in exchange for a kind smile and help with his cauldron. Unable to grasp even the easiest concepts of chemistry, perhaps the boy should've paid more attention, but the professor went far too quick for his liking.
It didn't take long before the first cauldrons were taken out; pewter ones mostly. The closets were raided for ingredients; water, African sea salt, a beaker, some essence of wormwood, and some more. Lucile stood at the large, hazel-brown closet before most of the others. She had commited the ingredients to memory and only noted down how much she needed from what. After gathering what she needed, she went back to her chair: carrying both her and her friend's ingredients. Behind her back a group of students swarmed before the closet; searching for what they needed.
Anelie wrote down everything the teacher said, in detail, with every explanation. She wanted to make sure she would get it just fine. After all, if the grading went the same is in the muggle world, she knew would need it badly.
The teacher continued to explain when he noticed that most of the kids were taking notes. "Pour the Sophophorus bean's juice into the cauldron, but be very careful. Afterwards, the mixture of water and Valerian Roots should be poured without the slightest fragment of root in it, in a quantity of seven drops." He waited for the kids that were taking notes to finish, and tried to slow down his speech. "Stir your potion ten times, clockwise. It should be a light shade of lilac after you've done that. If it's not, scrap it."
Everyone seemed to be a bit excited, since it was their first potion, but some of the kids just didn't care. Anelie wasn't sure whether she liked this type of experimenting or just wanted to get out as quick as possible, but she enjoyed herself a bit.
- Not to expect, not to forget.
If, after we have recognized intuitively a number of simple truths, we wish to draw any inference from them, it is useful to run them over in a continuous and uninterrupted act of thought, to reflect upon their relations to one another, and to grasp together distinctly a number of these propositions so far as is possible at the same time. For this is a way of making our knowledge much more certain, and of greatly increasing the power of the mind.
We ought to give the whole of our attention to the most insignificant and most easily mastered facts, and remain a long time in contemplation of them until we are accustomed to behold the truth clearly and distinctly.
The Meditator reasons that he need only find some reason to doubt his present opinions in order to prompt him to seek sturdier foundations for his knowledge. Rather than doubt every one of his opinions individually, he reasons that he might cast them all into doubt if he can doubt the foundations and basic principles upon which his opinions are founded.
Lucile strode back to her desk and laid out the ingredients on the table before turning around to face furthest corner of the room. Others students were already lining up by the faucet to fill their cups with water; others still penning down the professor’s instructions. She lined up as well, carrying two small glass cups in her hands. She didn’t catch the professor’s last instructions but those would probably be found in the book as well- or that’s what she hoped.
Despite all the studying she had done on beforehand, this was her first potion as well and it’d be neat to get it right. Most of the instructions were clear enough, although it would prove difficult to get the exact quantity of them all- and that wasn’t even the hardest part. There was a lot that could go wrong with producing an excellent potions: the stirring, quantity, quality of the products, the heating of the cauldron, and all those other small details that often went forgotten.
She opened the faucet and watched as the first drops of water came out, forcing a soft screeching out of it. After the water became clear enough, she put the small cups beneath the stream of cold water and filled them to the brim.
(Was she just getting water for her beaker to fill with valerian root mix?)
Luxius laughed at a few kids who were just finished cutting their beans. "Hurry up or you'll lose track," he said. "Now pay attention, for this following instruction will be specifically detailed. With your right hand stir the potion anti-clockwise until the potion turns as clear was water; every stir should take approximately two and a half seconds. Slowly pour seven square pieces of Valerian root, which you should have left over. Stir the potion ten times anti-clockwise. Add one hundred and fifty fl.oz. of powdered root of asphodel."
He spoke quickly again. Most kids had a bit of difficulty writing down all of the instructions without using abbreviations. Anelie, though, was a quick writer, and she had a good short term memory, so she was one of the few that didn't have to ask the teacher to repeat his last words again and again.
- Not to expect, not to forget.
If, after we have recognized intuitively a number of simple truths, we wish to draw any inference from them, it is useful to run them over in a continuous and uninterrupted act of thought, to reflect upon their relations to one another, and to grasp together distinctly a number of these propositions so far as is possible at the same time. For this is a way of making our knowledge much more certain, and of greatly increasing the power of the mind.
We ought to give the whole of our attention to the most insignificant and most easily mastered facts, and remain a long time in contemplation of them until we are accustomed to behold the truth clearly and distinctly.
The Meditator reasons that he need only find some reason to doubt his present opinions in order to prompt him to seek sturdier foundations for his knowledge. Rather than doubt every one of his opinions individually, he reasons that he might cast them all into doubt if he can doubt the foundations and basic principles upon which his opinions are founded.
(No, she was getting water for the first part of the assignment. You need water for pretty much each potion, don't you?)
After striding back to her desk, and lowering the two cups of water onto it, Lucile took a seat. She began lining up the ingredients and cutting up the small brownish-green Sophophorus beans that were needed. It’d be better to ready more than were actually needed, in case she messed up and had to start over. She crushed the small bean; forcing out the grim-smelling juice and let it drop into her cauldron. Her hands were protected by a pair of thin dark-brown gloves, to avoid getting dirt on them. Most of the students had started putting on their gloves at well; save the ones that had already done so before the lesson began. Then she continued with preparing the other ingredients that served to brew the potion.
Having finished with the first two or three parts of the assignment, Lucile recited some of the instructions under her breath. It wouldn’t do her any good to forget them this early on; so she began taking some notes of the easily forgettable details. The professor was still talking and the class slowly- but steadily –began to quiet down. Most of the students had sat down by the time he began again. One small girl remained; blond curls dangling down her back, she was still collecting ingredients and seemed a little lost to all things new.
Behind their seat Percival let out a loud sigh. He was growing somewhat confused as to the professor’s quick and slurred speech. He moved one of his hands through his hair to straighten it out a bit and then continued working on his potion. “Harder than expected, isn’t it?” He said, attempting to start conversation with his two friends, that sat before him.
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