Of Classes, Potions and Point Loss...
Who: snarkypotions and all the [STUDENTS]
Where: Potions classroom, in the dungeons
When: Monday, October 17th. Potions Class.
What: The students really get to know one Professor Snape, Potions Master.
Rating: PG
[It's almost been a year since he last had to teach a class. Two, if one is speaking of Potions in particular. He can already hear the quiet murmur of the students from his office as they file in and settle down at the potion benches, and again, he finds himself quietly cursing Dumbledore for inflicting this torture on him again. Stuffing knowledge into heads that had no wish to learn it... wonderful.
He can already feel the headache building up.
Which probably contributes to the scowl that's firmly fixed on his face as he bursts through the classroom door, robes billowing out behind him quite impressively as he quickly strides to his desk at the front of the room.]
There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few who can appreciate the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes and the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the sense... I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death... [He lets his words hang in the air, taking in their effect on the assembled students before breaking the spell.] If you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach, that is.
[That done, he steps around his desk to indicate the board covered in his cramped, spiky scrawl.]
Now, the potion you shall be brewing today is...
{OOC: Tally of points lost/gained:
Ravenclaw -40
Gryffindor -10}
Where: Potions classroom, in the dungeons
When: Monday, October 17th. Potions Class.
What: The students really get to know one Professor Snape, Potions Master.
Rating: PG
[It's almost been a year since he last had to teach a class. Two, if one is speaking of Potions in particular. He can already hear the quiet murmur of the students from his office as they file in and settle down at the potion benches, and again, he finds himself quietly cursing Dumbledore for inflicting this torture on him again. Stuffing knowledge into heads that had no wish to learn it... wonderful.
He can already feel the headache building up.
Which probably contributes to the scowl that's firmly fixed on his face as he bursts through the classroom door, robes billowing out behind him quite impressively as he quickly strides to his desk at the front of the room.]
There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few who can appreciate the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes and the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the sense... I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death... [He lets his words hang in the air, taking in their effect on the assembled students before breaking the spell.] If you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach, that is.
[That done, he steps around his desk to indicate the board covered in his cramped, spiky scrawl.]
Now, the potion you shall be brewing today is...
{OOC: Tally of points lost/gained:
Ravenclaw -40
Gryffindor -10}