Post by Katia Medina on Jan 23, 2010 23:14:51 GMT -5
A disappointment would have been the least Katia could say of her students, since last semester they had started strong and then petered down to only a few remaining. This semester she was hoping to retain more of the students, and especially a few of the truly bright ones. Katia waited until her students had filed in, wondering if this tid bit of knowledge she had gleaned from Dahlia would help her with her students this semester.
Clearing her throat she spoke to her students, "spring is the season of love, or so I am told." At the nods and a few snickers she smiled and continued. "Well to start of the school year with a bang, I am going to allow you to wallow in the joys and woes of love." Katia turned to face the board, her wand flicking, and fine print scrawling across it.
"Love potions, the danger the thrill, the absolute control of them. Many teachers confiscate these small bottles of hope, but today I will be assigning you the right, at least for a time to work with them." She shook her finger, "as the school nurse, I will know about an over use of them, and therefore I will be strict on the misuse of such potions."
She pointed at the board, the word Amortentia scrawled across in pink letters, "only my seventh years, and two of my sixth years will be working on this potion. The level of danger in misuse and complexity of this potion is to dangerous for others to use. If you are one of the two, I have sent you an owl."
"The rest of you are tasked with finding out how to create one of the other versions of love potions. If you can figure out how to crack the potion code for one of the Weasley potions I will give you extra credit, but the work must be thorough, and any copying will result in an immediate zero and a docking of points."
Katia stood up as straight as her spine would allow, and passed a gaze over the class, "a few shenanigans are to be expected, but I will dock points for the misuse of these potions, even if the house elves are the ones relaying the information. This is a privilege, not a right. Make sure the you send me a 3 foot essay with your potion, on the potion that you chose, how you created it, and the history of the potion."
Katia nodded at the door, "you may leave whenever, just send an owl with the results."
Clearing her throat she spoke to her students, "spring is the season of love, or so I am told." At the nods and a few snickers she smiled and continued. "Well to start of the school year with a bang, I am going to allow you to wallow in the joys and woes of love." Katia turned to face the board, her wand flicking, and fine print scrawling across it.
"Love potions, the danger the thrill, the absolute control of them. Many teachers confiscate these small bottles of hope, but today I will be assigning you the right, at least for a time to work with them." She shook her finger, "as the school nurse, I will know about an over use of them, and therefore I will be strict on the misuse of such potions."
She pointed at the board, the word Amortentia scrawled across in pink letters, "only my seventh years, and two of my sixth years will be working on this potion. The level of danger in misuse and complexity of this potion is to dangerous for others to use. If you are one of the two, I have sent you an owl."
"The rest of you are tasked with finding out how to create one of the other versions of love potions. If you can figure out how to crack the potion code for one of the Weasley potions I will give you extra credit, but the work must be thorough, and any copying will result in an immediate zero and a docking of points."
Katia stood up as straight as her spine would allow, and passed a gaze over the class, "a few shenanigans are to be expected, but I will dock points for the misuse of these potions, even if the house elves are the ones relaying the information. This is a privilege, not a right. Make sure the you send me a 3 foot essay with your potion, on the potion that you chose, how you created it, and the history of the potion."
Katia nodded at the door, "you may leave whenever, just send an owl with the results."
