potions class RP

[estebanmd]

Attired in standard faculty robes, Stephen Maturin stands behind a long table at the head of the potions classroom, waiting for the class to come to order. He is in no great hurry, but when one or two conversations trickle over into the silence that otherwise falls over the room, he gives the assembled students a look that raises a "shhh" from the

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[slothbefouler]

Jack arrived promptly as usual, having spent the previous half-hour figuring out a charm to prevent his civilian clothes from getting stains on them. (His undress uniform still bore ink-stains from the last Potions class, despite all his efforts to get them out, and he had not worn it since.) He was pleased to discover that he was in a group with the charming Mr. Goodfellow, the hilarious and brilliant Mr. Scott, and Stephen's amour, the equally charming Miss Williams. This would be a most enjoyable class.

While waiting for the others to show up, he noticed Miss Daae sitting alone, and smiled at her from across the room. Would that she were in his group as well - but then, you couldn't have everything.

[every_daae]

Christine spotted Jack and, beaming, waved at him, before returning to her group. How lovely to see him! She was quite glad that she knew someone in the class, at least.

[nopower_overme]

Having listened very attentively thus far - and tried not to wink at the professor - Sarah gathered her bag as the groups were laid out. Recognizing the names of two of her group members - one happily so as it was Stephen's friend Captain Aubrey - she moved to where the group was settling in and greeted him first.

"Hello Captain Aubrey, how are you today?" she asked and then lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Perhaps glad Potions isn't done in song?" Really, it would only be to a close friend of Stephen's she would dare mention such a thing but she needed someone to share her amusement and fondness for the karaoke display the other night.

[office_michael]

Michael had spent several hours before class going through the joke books he had happened to bring with him to Hogwarts. (It's a good thing he had had them with him on the way to what he had thought would be the Dundies, or else he would've had to call Pam to go into his office and peruse them for him - and that would've been very difficult, seeing as telephones seemed pretty much non-existent in this place.) As such, he felt highly prepared for class. He had given pretty much no thought to the actual substantive (i.e., potions) aspect of it. Comedy would get him where he needed to be, after all.

Strolling in a few minutes before class started, Michael immediately spotted Jack and walked over to him, sitting down in the chair next to him. "Heeeeeeeyyyy, Jack-O! Jackie Chan!" He might have been interrupting a conversation, but even if he had known this, it was unlikely that he would have cared. "Aaaa~aaaaand who do we have here? Uh-oh, careful, there just miiiiii~iiiiight be a catfight, because you're waaaaaaay cuter than Pam, and I

[slothbefouler]

"Why, good day to you, Mr. Scott," Jack said cheerfully, chuckling at Michael's comedy stylings. Good lord, he was certainly an entertaining fellow. If only there were more men like him in the Navy - it would make long journeys far less tedious.

"And good day to you, Miss Williams," he added, bowing as best he could while sitting at a desk. "I'm doing well, thankee." He added in a lowered voice, "Do not fear that Stephen shall sing - he did not sing in the last class, thank God."

[robinthepuck]

Robin wandered into class, hands stuck in the pockets of his trousers. Upon finding out his group - two of which were known to him and he was quite fond of - he made his way over to them, just in time to catch the tail end of Michael's statement. A slightly bemused smile crossed his face and he glanced at Jack and Sarah in turn, as if to find out if there was some joke he was missing. Or, perhaps, this other man was an enormous tool. Either way, this would be amusing.

Sketching a short bow to Sarah, he smiled warmly at her. "Ah, my lovely Sarah. It is, indeed, a pleasure to see you again." Turing to Jack, Robin clapped the man on the back and gave him a hearty grin. "And my dear Captain Aubrey! It has been too long!" Then, finally, Robin turned to Michael and held out his hand. "As to you, sir, I'm afraid I haven't had the honor of your acquaintance yet. I am Robin Goodfellow, at your service."

[nopower_overme]

Well, wasn't this going to be an interesting group. Vaguely wondering if Stephen had ever met these other men before assigning the four of them to a group. she took a moment to grin at Jack's low statement, deciding they could possible pick on discuss Stephen further as they worked and turned her attention to the other two men.

"It's good to see you again, Mr. Goodfellow," she said cheerfully, trying to politely divert the man from continuing along what was likely normal behavior for him. 'My lovely Sarah' did not make her all that pleased when coming from someone she barely knew and she knew she would not be the only one displeased if it continued. Of course, that was nothing compared to the other man who had just called her cute quite loudly. But, obnoxious people she could deal with and she would deal with this man if she hoped to be able to work in class today.

"I'm assuming you are Mr. Scott?" she asked, looking Michael over with a careful smile. "I don't know Pam, of course, but I can say in a catfight, I would win." She

[office_michael]

Grinning smarmily, Michael shook Robin's hand. "Michael Scott, Regional Manager, Dunder Mifflin Scranton and Dunder Mifflin Hogsmeade. I'm your NUUUUUUUMber one go-to guy if you wanna buy some parchment or hear a good comedy bit, with emphasis on the latter." He smiled widely and looked around at his group members, expecting some sort of laudatory reaction from all of them.

After an awkward silence, he turned back to Robin. "Sooooo~oooo, by 'at my service,' you mean...what, now?" Oh God, was he another gay? How many gay people were at this school, anyway? Not that this was a bad thing, because Michael loved the gays! After all, if he were gay, he would be the most flamboyant gay of them all! But the thought of Robin servicing him - BLECCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH! How the heck do guys do that to each other?

Sliding his hand quickly away from Robin, Michael then turned to Sarah. "I am indeed, MIchael Scott...at your service!" He gave her a small bow. What, double standards, any? "Oh, I know you could kick Pam's ass. And that...is AWEsome! And

[slothbefouler]

Jack chuckled again at Michael's comedy stylings, but courtesy forbade him from commenting on the concept of a "girlfight." (An image suddenly sprang to mind, however, of Louisa Wogan and Diana Villiers duking it out - possibly in their petticoats - and he repressed the thought hastily.) He hoped Sarah was not offended by Michael's rather risque humor. Modern-day women seemed quite immune to such offense, however, so it was probably all right - and she did seem to have spirit, an admirable quality in any era.

Turning to Robin, he exclaimed, "Good day to you, Mr. Goodfellow! It is splendid to see you again - I have not seen you since your Sorting. How goes it with you, sir?"

[robinthepuck]

One eyebrow quirked up slightly at Michael and Robin suppressed a laugh. Oh, this guy was going to be entertaining. Quickly catching that Sarah was not open to flirtation - which he hadn't even started to do with her, so he supposed this was good information to have now - he nodded slightly at her and gave her a mischievous grin. He liked the girl, quite outside the fact he'd hit that in a heartbeat. She was entertaining and had spirit.

And so, when Michael continued to go on about 'catfights', the Puck's smile became a bit forced. Hell, the Puck had been present at the first instance of a girl fighting a girl and men watching for sexual pleasure. (He may have instigated it, but Robin would swear up and down that they really had been identical twins in every way. Not his fault, really!) And, really, though he'd deny it to his (hopefully proverbial!) grave, the Puck had a wide protective streak when it came to those he considered friends

[nopower_overme]

Girlfight? Oh yay, wasn't that completely mature? Sighing, Sarah reached in her bag for parchment and scribbled a quick note that read Please tell me you are having a better Potions class so far than I am? In the process of folding the parchment into a frog to get it to hop across the room to Lily, she looked up at Robin addressing Michael. While she was annoyed at Michael's rather abrasive behavior, she was hardly ready to wish for her Beretta yet. It was clear the man thought he was completely hilarious and she was resigned to offering scathing remarks for the rest of class if necessary. However, someone else ready to offer up such remarks was welcome - she was no damsel in distress by any means, but the defense was certainly appreciated

[office_michael]

Per usual, Michael was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being insulted. Oh, there were definitely times when he realized people were upset with him or - God forbid! - didn't like him, but that was usually after the point had been hammered home twenty times over and then spelled out in multiple languages. Therefore, he looked at Robin and said, "Aaaaaaa~aaactually that is not true, beeeeeecause Jan Levinson-Gould" - he paused for a moment and then corrected himself " - ...Jan Levinson, because there is no more Gould...made out with me after we won the county account." He looked immensely pleased with himself.

After a moment's thought, however, his expression fell slightly. "Buuuuuuuut we're on a break right now." Well, it's not really a break if there was never a relationship to begin with. But Michael refused to acknowledge that part to himself.

"Aaaaaaaand this is my first class in Potions, but noooooot in management, leadership, public speaking, or improv comedy." Michael looked around again, just dying for someone to

[slothbefouler]

Fortunately Jack didn't know anything about improv comedy - otherwise he would have certainly pressed Michael for more details, and perhaps even (god forbid) asked him to do a routine. Instead, he merely nodded politely and said to Robin, "I should very much like to chat with you as well, Mr. Goodfellow, but I suppose we ought to get to work, lest the professor grow cross with us." He had seen Stephen when cross, and it was not a pretty sight.

Used to delegating duties, he added, "I shall take the bark off the mandrake root and shred it. Mr. Scott, will you be so kind as to grate the nutmeg? Mr. Goodfellow - if you would powder and infuse the mandrake root when I am done with it, that would be excellent. And Miss Williams, perhaps you could begin mixing up the slippery elm." He took up a paring knife which had been conveniently supplied, and began diligently stripping bark off the chunks of mandrake root.

[robinthepuck]

Nodding to Jack, Robin simply stood back and waited for his turn. He filled the time by studying the Captain's form and imagining several scenarios involving rope and sails. Hmmm...he missed sailing.

"So, never taken a class in wit or discretion, then?" he asked Michael mildly. It was a pity - this man was barely even worth insulting.

Grinning at Sarah, he watched the charmed frog hop away. "Who are we passing notes to?" he murmured, eyes twinkling.

A Paper Snake!

[lilypotter60]

A paper snake slithers up to Sarah.

The note reads:

Define 'better'. If it means 'I want to pound my head up against a wall', then yes! I'm having a brilliant time!

Seriously, mate, how hard do you think it would be to turn ourselves invisible through sheer force of will and leave early? Or, barring that, turn people into toads... Do you reckon that would get us detention? :p

[nopower_overme]

"Aye, Captain," Sarah said cheerfully and a bit impishly, pleased Jack had taken charge as really, she had no desire to deal with a cross professor, not when her plans involved him not being cross at the end of class. Looking up at Robin as he spoke, she looked vaguely 'caught' for a moment before smiling.

"An accomplice in crime," she murmured back as she picked up the slippery elm, amused at being caught in her note passing. At least the note had been to Lily and not shamelessly to Stephen. Not that she wasn't tempted to attempt such a note when class neared the end, but not right now.

The tap at her foot shortly after, as she was setting to work on the elm, made her look down and grin. Picking up the snake, she unfolded it, read it, and then quickly sent another frog to Lily before resuming her work, this one with the following:

Okay, I'm not quite to head-pounding yet, just wishing I could trade one of the clowns (not evil, just a clown) in my group for you because he is seriously abrasive. What's going on with you that's