Victoria Ashcroft/16/6th Year
Victoria swore she could feel that evil smirk crossing over Vanessa's face as she approached her desk. Was it her fault that no Slytherin dared to be caught around her? Was it her fault that Gryffindor house as a whole thought she was a slow acting poison, only in their perfect little house to destroy it from the inside out? She wanted to scream in this woman's face to just leave her alone and take interest in someone else. Why couldn't she just be like everyone else and let her be alone?
]”Of course, Professor Vanessa, I only live to serve your detentions. How could I ever get your attention if I had a partner in your class?” The snark couldn't be contained as she didn't bother to attempt to hide the callous look she threw at the teacher. The tension in the air started to grow to the point if someone held up their knife for the potion ingredients, they might have actually cut through it. ”Why would anyone want to be partners with someone like me?” Her face twitched just a tiny bit as she started to ignore the Professor actively.
A forgetfulness potion was nothing to her. Well that was mostly because she was a prodigy when it come to potions, strictly on the principal of making Vanessa mad. Out of spite, Victoria went out of her way to read more advanced potions books, to go out of her way to brew multiple different potions at home during the summer, just to stay ahead of what Vanessa would be expecting in class. If she wanted a potion of forgetfulness, she would give her something far stronger than she could imagine.
While the other classmates followed the book and ingredients to the letter, Victoria had stood up and walked to the potion ingredients that the students were allowed to use. Coming back with some different ingredients. Water from the Lethe, a dragon scale, and wolf's blood. Brewing the potion to it's perfection she bottle the potion and handed it to Vanessa. ”I almost decided to drink it so I wouldn't have to deal with you anymore.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she head for the door of the class so she could get ready for her detention, as this was the only class she had to attend for the day.
Theodorus Woodward/17/7th Year
”What really bothers me more, if that is indeed their end goal, why now? It's not an anniversary. No one is in power that is remotely dark, hell our current Minister is from a VERY well known light family. It just doesn't add up.” Theo felt his brain was trying to wrap around the concept of why they were doing this, but he just couldn't figure it out. Had the Death Eaters just grown that strong in power? Did they feel they needed to prove they still existed? His brow furrowed as he continued to have an internal debate.
Morganna's words had been like a slap to the face with a cold dose of reality. Yes, he was seventeen and realistically there was nothing that he could honestly do about the situation. Maybe that bothered him more than she could have imagined, but he didn't let her on to it. Instead of responding to her, he allowed her to continue her train of thought as he realized just how close she was getting. A slight blush crossed his face as she entered the zone that most people would consider them possibly closer than friends.
”Why would I think that was crazy?” Of course she knew how to appeal to his insane need for information, and without even realizing what she had done, he had already changed his walking direction. His feet were carrying him off towards Hogsmeade at a faster pace than he had been walking before. ”Come on, we need to get there before anything is taken away, and we can help some people along the way, since I know that's why you really want to go.”
Professor Vicktor Spurling/41
As Victor watched the display in front of him, he could only clap his hands at Chandler and Wendell both. ”Twenty points to Slytherin for an excellent shield, and a very powerful disarming charm.” He started to have other students pair up as he just watched, trying to decipher exactly why Chandler wanted to speak with him after the class. Maybe he had some information about the case? Doubtful, considering the family he come from. Though, he had hoped this generation would be a lot more different than his generation.
Once he felt that most of the students could at least cast a shield charm sufficient enough to stop a disarming spell, he dismissed the class with the promise that the next lesson would be about something more than shields and disarming. He had given the clue that the results might even Stupefy people, which had caused a collective groan, and then excitement. Something that Vicktor actually took pride in being able to accomplish. Who else could say they could cause an excited groan to happen.
”Mr. McNeilson, you wished to have a word?” Professor Spurling asked as he looked over the younger student. He didn't exactly trust him, especially with what had happened between him and Victoria, and the spells they had been casting at each other that night. That was beside the point as he just gave him this intense stare, not anything out of an ill will, but because he was far more authoritative than most of the other teachers.