Part 3
"Can you believe him?" Albus said as he and Nicholas pushed their way down the hall, "Four essays? In two months? We just got a whole load of work from Professor Hartwood."
"I am not sure about you," Nicholas replied, scratching his forehead, quill in hand, "But in my experience, most teachers do not care about what work other teachers give you."
"I know, but I do think he would have a bit more consideration of us than that? I mean, honestly, Nicholas, how many of us are really going to go into the Muggle Relations department when we get out of here? Professor Green is absolutely ridiculous!"
They had just emerged from their Muggle Studies class, and were quite disgruntled at the demanding workload that had been put on them. They made their way from the third floor towards the dungeons, where their Potions classes were held. It was very difficult to get to classes on time without being rude, for they had to bow and say "Good day" to every group of young ladies that they passed that were fifth year and above.
"Well, stop your complaining, you have got a title to live up to, and no one likes the Head Boy to be a complainer," Nicholas smirked, "And I know you will live up to it admirably. You have never missed an assignment since we have been here."
"Since before you got here," Albus returned as they strode down the steps towards the classroom door, "I have never missed an assignment in my life!"
"Well there you are, you can not afford to tarnish that perfect record now, can you?"
They passed through the door and finished their conversation. Potions was their absolute favorite class (you can imagine why), but the atmosphere of the classroom was strictly studious. They took their seats and pulled out their materials, waiting silently with the rest of their classmates for Professor Finch.
"Good day, ladies and gentlemen," He said as he entered, stopping in the doorway.
They all stood and inclined their heads. He did the same, and they all resumed their seats.
"Today," Professor Finch made his way to his desk, "Is your first Potions lesson of your seventh year, and will be spent taking notes."
They all reached for their quills.
"It will take us nearly two months to do this, however, it must be done. The potion we are making is a powerful one. One that will bring you glory, or despair, make you ecstatic or break your heart. Veritaserum."
Nicholas and Albus exchanged excited looks. Veritaserum, the truth potion. They had been looking forward to it for a very long time.
"All right class, pull out your parchment and your quills, and let us set to work."
Veritaserum was a very complex potion, and large amounts of dozens of ingredients went to make a very small amount. This was because the ingredients actually made a sort of thick paste, and one had to squeeze that paste and catch whatever ran off : Veritaserum. However, Albus and Nicholas were up to any challenge that was presented to them. They had already worked out how much of anything was needed before Professor Finch told them. Their minds worked in such brilliant ways that was awe-inspiring and frightening.
"Did that make you feel better?" Nicholas, who's ear and sideburns now had ink stains on them from his quill, "Think you can tackle Green's essays now?"
"Yes," Albus said, "Come on, time for luncheon."
"Oh yes, so you can get ogled at," Nicholas put on a high voice, "By Gabriella Patil."
He fluttered his blonde eyelashes and pursed his lips.
"I can assure you that Gabriella Patil is the last thing that is on my mind, Nicholas," Albus said, frowning thoughtfully, "The absolute last thing."
"I am as sure of it as you," Nicholas returned to his normal voice, "That explains why you spend at least half of every meal looking at the Hufflepuff table."
"Well they are right there in front of me, what do you suggest?"
"Sit on the other side of the table."
Albus looked daggers at his friend, and they swept into the Great Hall, where Albus spent his luncheon poking at his lamb and trying not to look up at the imploring eyes of Gabriella Patil. Nicholas had gone back to his scribbling, stopping occassionally to take a drink or get a bite of meat.
"Can you believe him?" Albus said as he and Nicholas pushed their way down the hall, "Four essays? In two months? We just got a whole load of work from Professor Hartwood."
"I am not sure about you," Nicholas replied, scratching his forehead, quill in hand, "But in my experience, most teachers do not care about what work other teachers give you."
"I know, but I do think he would have a bit more consideration of us than that? I mean, honestly, Nicholas, how many of us are really going to go into the Muggle Relations department when we get out of here? Professor Green is absolutely ridiculous!"
They had just emerged from their Muggle Studies class, and were quite disgruntled at the demanding workload that had been put on them. They made their way from the third floor towards the dungeons, where their Potions classes were held. It was very difficult to get to classes on time without being rude, for they had to bow and say "Good day" to every group of young ladies that they passed that were fifth year and above.
"Well, stop your complaining, you have got a title to live up to, and no one likes the Head Boy to be a complainer," Nicholas smirked, "And I know you will live up to it admirably. You have never missed an assignment since we have been here."
"Since before you got here," Albus returned as they strode down the steps towards the classroom door, "I have never missed an assignment in my life!"
"Well there you are, you can not afford to tarnish that perfect record now, can you?"
They passed through the door and finished their conversation. Potions was their absolute favorite class (you can imagine why), but the atmosphere of the classroom was strictly studious. They took their seats and pulled out their materials, waiting silently with the rest of their classmates for Professor Finch.
"Good day, ladies and gentlemen," He said as he entered, stopping in the doorway.
They all stood and inclined their heads. He did the same, and they all resumed their seats.
"Today," Professor Finch made his way to his desk, "Is your first Potions lesson of your seventh year, and will be spent taking notes."
They all reached for their quills.
"It will take us nearly two months to do this, however, it must be done. The potion we are making is a powerful one. One that will bring you glory, or despair, make you ecstatic or break your heart. Veritaserum."
Nicholas and Albus exchanged excited looks. Veritaserum, the truth potion. They had been looking forward to it for a very long time.
"All right class, pull out your parchment and your quills, and let us set to work."
Veritaserum was a very complex potion, and large amounts of dozens of ingredients went to make a very small amount. This was because the ingredients actually made a sort of thick paste, and one had to squeeze that paste and catch whatever ran off : Veritaserum. However, Albus and Nicholas were up to any challenge that was presented to them. They had already worked out how much of anything was needed before Professor Finch told them. Their minds worked in such brilliant ways that was awe-inspiring and frightening.
"Did that make you feel better?" Nicholas, who's ear and sideburns now had ink stains on them from his quill, "Think you can tackle Green's essays now?"
"Yes," Albus said, "Come on, time for luncheon."
"Oh yes, so you can get ogled at," Nicholas put on a high voice, "By Gabriella Patil."
He fluttered his blonde eyelashes and pursed his lips.
"I can assure you that Gabriella Patil is the last thing that is on my mind, Nicholas," Albus said, frowning thoughtfully, "The absolute last thing."
"I am as sure of it as you," Nicholas returned to his normal voice, "That explains why you spend at least half of every meal looking at the Hufflepuff table."
"Well they are right there in front of me, what do you suggest?"
"Sit on the other side of the table."
Albus looked daggers at his friend, and they swept into the Great Hall, where Albus spent his luncheon poking at his lamb and trying not to look up at the imploring eyes of Gabriella Patil. Nicholas had gone back to his scribbling, stopping occassionally to take a drink or get a bite of meat.