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Graci was immediately intrigued when she saw Professor Sauber and a table of potions. She hadn't talked to the professor at all, only seeing him in potions class and from afar. Quite intimidating, in her option.

Often she found herself intrigued by a lot of things, causing her to be behind on her homework. Which then proceeded to her many hour long homework sessions. Hm. Next year I'll be better. Figure out a better way to balance everything. Maybe I'll ask Phoenix. She seems very studious.

Graci tentatively stepped up to the table, not really reading anything like labels and the sort. Just thinking of how to approach the challenge of picking a potion.

And that's when Phoenix was in her plan. Graci hadn't yet spotted her, but she figured Phoenix would show up soon enough. She always did. Well, not always, but enough times that it seems like a solid probability.

Her plan went a little something like this:

-Find Phoenix.
-Ask Phoenix to pick a potion.
-Consume said potion in a safer way than winging it with a random one.
-Laugh about it and hope Phoenix still likes you because you can never know with her.

To her, it seemed like a pretty solid plan. Nothing too daring and altogether a bit on the safer side of her liking. To whoever said 'you can never be too safe' I call blasphemy. Safety can be stifling. But precautionary measures are put in place for a reason, and she couldn't argue with that. Not that she entirely wanted to. That day wasn't an arguing day, just a fun day.

Mentioning : Reducio @Samuel Sauber + open to interactions

Date: Reducio Last Day of the Term

Notes: Reducio Speech: #3CB371 Thoughts: italics

Outfit: Reducio Short-sleeve white button-up shirt, black skirt, black sandals. Hair in pigtail braids. Has her wand tucked behind her ear.

The young prefect skipped out to the grounds. Kaitlyn heard rumors about potions on the grounds. More specifically, it was Professor Sauber who allowed the students to try potions. ‘Who am I to contradict a Professor? Even though … this sounds … potentially dangerous. I know Professor Sauber will be there … Ugh, I should stop thinking such thoughts. This is meant to be fun. Who am I to take fun away from anyone? Especially on the last day of the term. I may be a prefect, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. Plus … I’d be right there if anything were to happen. A win-win in my book!’

Arriving where Professor Sauber was stationed, with plenty of vials of potions, Kaitlyn gave a small smile to the Professor. It wasn’t a surprise to see other students already there to try a potion. It would be interesting to see what potions would ultimately be tried. Hopefully, a good, wide variety. Having too many students all trying the same ones wouldn’t be too entertaining … in her opinion.

With a smile, Kaitlyn skipped to one of the tables completely flooded with vials. Her blue eyes glanced at the various options. ‘Oh, these are colorful! This is why I like potions! These can have interesting results … At least, I think they’re interesting. I cannot voice my opinion to describe others.’

The Slytherin stopped at a vial with yellow liquid. A sign nearby gave the potion’s name. Volubilis Potion. Bringing the vial to her lips, Kaitlyn drank the liquid, curious as to what she could experience.

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Everything felt wrong, everything was wrong.

In fact that was the only word he could hear in his head, a sound reduced to a guttural beat at his heart threatened to pound out of his chest. Soon he would be bidding the castle goodbye on the Express, set onto that winding railway that led further from safety and closer to that man he did not want to see, the sole occupant of a house now tragically empty without the light that had once inhabited its halls. Absentmindedly Archer found himself on the grounds, memories of the Scottish Highland he would start missing just a day later. He carried nothing with him, not his notebook, nor his pen, just a head of warring thoughts.

For once in his two years of study Archer had felt comfortable at Hogwarts. Even if his duelling career was on a seeming decline the Os that had appeared on his end of year reports were delivering academic validation at least. His dormitory was as suffocating as it had always been but he found peace in the high rising towers and cloud breaking mountains. Perhaps this was the exact solace he sought to find as he trekked across the grounds, and as the bustling crowds of students milled around him, he had never felt more alone. The year was drawing to an end and as his peers looked forward to holiday destinations he did nothing but panic. All he knew was one all-consuming thought: he shouldn’t go home, he shouldn’t go back.

Suddenly Archer’s ears perked as a familiarly commanding voice rang out across several tables, sharp and straightforward as it rolled through the crowd of gathering students. Through the haze in his mind he recognised it as belonging to Professor Sauber and somehow the steady enunciations cut through the spiralling thoughts and pounding noises. He was drawn, as if pulled on a string, to where throngs of students began to appear, some vaguely familiar yet he could not have been bothered to name them as he pressed his fingers to his temples, which ached under the beating summer sun. He could find far more reasons to attribute this pain to, but out of all the solutions displayed for his taking, one must be the cure.

Archer had only barely caught onto the ends of his words but eyes flitting across the table of potions before him, vials upon vials in all colours, ones he had studied in the bare minority as they blinded him with their variety. Perhaps others would have been hesitant but seeing as one by one the students took them he too glanced across the labelled ones, not giving much difference towards the humours ones that induced flight or impersonated voices. It bewildered him how anyone would consider those comical. Yet then a particular one snagged his attention: a stark white, the modest bottle displayed the subtle figure of a dove on its lid. Marked as a peace draught, he shrugged at the potion never before seen, figured he needed that more than anyone else, nodded his thanks to the relaxed professor, and emptied the vial in one swig.

^{@ Ellie Randensmith}
@Samuel Sauber
Lillian saw several students excitedly crowding around a long table. When she walked a little closer, she could see Professor Sauber sitting at the table and explaining what was going on. Like most students, she was just a tiny lot bit scared of Professor Sauber. Especially since potions was her second-to-the-worst subject. So, he probably didn't like her that much.
But, the potion test table looked very interesting. Several other students were participating. And, Professor Sauber was right there in case anything went wrong. So, Lillian decided to join them. She couldn't help it.
Lillian saw lots of colorful potions in intricate glass bottles. First, she just admired the potions vibrant colors, and traced some of the prettier glass designs with her finger. A tiny part of her was picking up on what the other students were doing, but most of her was pretending to be alone, just the way that she liked it.
Soon, Lillian needed to pick one. She couldn't stand here all day just admiring them. But, Lillian wasn't sure what to go for. Should she pick something useful? Something fun? Something that she knew what it did? Or something that she didn't know what the effects were?
Then Lillian saw a pretty green potion in what looked like a perfume bottle, in shape. She read the label, which said, Manegro Potion. She had heard of it before, and knew what the effects were. So, she decided to choose it.
But, she couldn't help a guilty glance in all directions, before drinking the whole bottle. Lillian waited for a second or two for it to take effect, excitedly wondering exactly what would happen.

Action: Drinking Manegro Potion

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