Snakes, Lions, and Friendly Butterflies Closed

date: March 3rd, 2024 time: second period location: Potions classroom

mentions: Reducio @Augustus Faris

languages english: here Greek/other: here thoughts: italics

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Achlys Bellerose hates dirt and grime, she hates looking at gross things and she hates touching them even more but she must've angered god somehow because her next class just so happens to be potions. She barely survived her lesson at the beginning of the year but she has built up enough confidence in the passing months to gather the ingredients, with gloves of course. She promptly finds her way to a group of students and inquires about what they will be doing in class today, they will apparently be brewing a Herbicide potion with a partner. Her face relaxed out of the grimace she had and instead had a thoughtful look, maybe the ingredients won't be as gross as she thinks they will be. Their names should be sticking to the desk that they'll be sharing with their partners, it didn't take her long to find her name with a student named Augustus Faris, she narrowed her eyes as she tried to put the name to a face. In the end, all she could do was remember that he was a Gryffindor. Her eyes scan around the room and she has a relieved look on her face as she sees the teacher who will be watching very closely, but she expects the teacher because who would trust first years to brew potions by themselves? She ultimately decides to sit down and let Elsibeth and Eve mess around while waiting for her partner. "At least there's still time left before class starts, maybe he'll get here before then." Her voice is eerily calm and her eyes betray her carefully hidden nervousness, she isn't worried about him being rude to her but she's worried about the outcome of their potion, it could end perfectly or very badly. The butterflies seem to sense her unease and slowly but surely cling to the sleeve of her school robe, she is still very shocked about the existence of magic but she's started to get used to it. Her mind almost immediately goes back to unease about brewing the potion today. Brewing potions is technically cooking so this should be easy, right? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin brew a potion, she snorts, it sounds like the start of a bad joke.

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