Oh the Joy of Potions PV| P. Edwards Closed

@River Dewlight

Primrose had always felt that the dungeons and potions classroom was uncomfortable, eerie and slightly creepy- it always felt as if anything had the ability to hide and stare in the shadows and messy potion shelves. It also reminded her of Uncle Philip's work-place. The constant smell of boiling potions and lit fires, the odd ingredients and tools used to create wonderful and horrifying things with just some skill and pure experience in the subject. No, Primrose had never enjoyed Potions. She felt her skin crawl as she entered the room, maybe part of it was fear of the future- seeing the very things her parents wanted her to pursue to some degree due to pure tradition; while they weren't pushy her grandmother Rosabelle had always hinted that she would love if Primrose got into potioneering later on in her life- however her grandfather Alfred was more into the girl becoming a wand-maker in the end.
''So, where would you like to sit?''
The questioned brought Primrose out of her rather sad thoughts, it wasn't really time to have a crisis over the future right now. Her blue eyes scanned the room, finding a place that wasn't too close to the professor nor too far away in the back and nodded to the table.
''There's a spot there'' She hummed, gladly walking over and sitting down though her nerves were still very clearly showing. Primrose was awful at this subject and just the pure presence of a potions professor, be it the former one; Nagal or this new one caused her tension to raise to a good 100. Wait, new one?

''Oh, right.'' Primrose stated, more to herself out of surprise. ''We were getting a new Professor''
The Hufflepuff carefully read the name on the blackboard, Elliot price? Well alright then. Primrose had been the one to inform Isaac but clearly had forgotten the information she had so jokingly passed along to the boy, that's what she gets for not keeping a proper look on dates.
''It somehow slipped my mind'' She awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, shrugging and opening her potions book.
''Do you have yours with you, or do you want to share?'' Primrose knew that if there was one book people forgot, it was the potions book- more often than not she felt like the blasted things just got legs and walked off honestly, she had never been able to prove that theory however.

@River Dewlight

Primrose pushed the potions book towards the center of the table, taking out her own Quill and Parchment as she moved her hair out of the way.
''I just hope that I don't burn myself again'' She muttered, born nervous for the class and also absolutely dreading the possibility of embarrassing herself in front of River. She was a bit intimidating somehow, but also someone Primrose knew would be a good friend- then again she thought that about everyone.

She watched the professor introduce himself with a raised eyebrow, smiling at the honestly welcomed change in the classroom. Professor Nagal must've gotten grey hairs early because of her honestly, at least with the amount of things she had blown up the past weeks he remembered her name easily.
''Forgetfulness potion? we did go through this with Professor Nagal, but never really got to make it because of the whole..60 minutes of rules'' Primrose hummed, more to herself than anything as she wrote down what the Professor was saying, as well as getting some help from the book. She had no issues with this part, the note-taking or fact-checking; as well as the spell-casting part of potions. It was the ingredient preparing, the descriptions always being so disgustingly vague was the worst of her potion career. Short-lived as it will be.
''I will warn you though- I seriously don't get what sort of measurements 'medium-fine' powder is for anything. It doesn't explain anything to me.''