The Detention Obsession (Astira & Google)
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				Title: <strong>The Detention Obsession (Astira &amp; Google)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 00:34:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksyv3qPGGTk/U4kc8LNdhkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QWp2lYuQhI8/s1600/tumblr_mv6o7dOq6X1sidjizo2_400.jpg)</div>It was the first day of her last year at McAllister’s Magic School, and it began with potions, of course. Persephone had looked at the roster and saw she was the only girl in the class; it didn’t make her nervous, but it certainly put her on her guard.&nbsp; She had always been easily the most intelligent girl there, and perhaps the most physically changed. She had gone from a mousy, bean-pole type girl to a full-fledged woman. Her hair went from tangled and frizzy to sleek and curled, her knotted eyebrows smoothed out and arched elegantly, her face was more mature, with high cheekbones and lightly dusted with freckles and her crooked teeth were now perfectly straight and dazzlingly white. But perhaps out of everything, her body was the most notably changed, even under the school uniform. Most girls matured as they grew up, but Hermione’s figure had filled out particularly well. Her hips had swelled softly, emphasizing her waist and leading into a perfect, heart-shaped derrière, plump and firm. Her breasts rested round and heavy on her chest, not too big, but not too small, perhaps the size of grapefruits - a good handful. However the one thing that hand’t changed too much was her height. She was still relatively short at her 5’5” - ‘pocket sized’ as her all of two boyfriends liked referring to her as when she’d been with them.<br><br>Potions wasn’t scheduled to start for another hour and a half – everyone was in the Great Hall for breakfast save for herself. She wasn’t hungry and instead chose to use the time to read through, yet again, her potions book “The Master’s Guide to Complex Formulary and Potionry”. It was, in fact, the only book that seemed to be completely worn with dog-eared pages, notes scribbled in the margins and bits of parchment sticking out at odd angles. Potions was easily her favorite subject and the only one she put any real effort in to. Her other Advanced Placement classes she had (elemental, healing, arcane theory, enchantments, and herbology) came easily to her to the point that she barely studied. Well, except Herbology, she paid attention in that class as it went hand in hand with potion-making as well as the healing arts, a particular hobby of hers. <br><br>Like she did every year, she looked over the resources for each class and as usual, after a preliminary scan of the required books she found most of the information she already knew, or at least was able to grasp easily enough. <br><br>The dungeon was dank and cold as ice despite the hot temperatures the early September days took on as of late. She was glad for her cloak and fingerless gloves she’d had the foresight to bring. Much sooner than she would have liked, she heard the beginnings of footsteps echoing down the dark corridor signaling the end of breakfast and the stampeded of students heading off to their respective classes. Persephone neatly tucked her items back into her back and efficiently slid to one side so she was partially obscured by shadow – she desired to be easily overlooked once the students appeared around the corner. Sure enough, they all passed her by one-by-one until she figured almost all of them were inside (a measly fourteen) and she inconspicuously slid behind the second to last one, not wanting to appear too eager or too laid back.<br><br>The room was nearly as dark as the hallway, she noticed as she slid into a seat at the back near a window. It was tinged with green and she realized (or rather, remembered) that it was under the Deep Lake. She cast a sidelong glance out the window and her memory was confirmed as she watched a few odd looking fish swim by leisurely.&nbsp; <br>￼<br>The walls were utterly cluttered and lined with jars filled with strange and creepy looking things, many of which she knew but a few she was both surprised and intrigued to find she did NOT know. Some had eyes, some moved, some had dense liquid in them and others still seemed to have nothing at all inside – curious indeed.<br><br>A loud bang made everyone in the room save Persephone jump in their seats – she felt the air crackle and spit with fear and anticipation and she had to refrain from rolling her eyes. She had gotten over the fear their Potions Master seemed to illicit from them some time ago. The other students apparently hadn’t. She watched as a billowy black mass swiftly enter the room, a sallow pointed face sneering with disdain as it looked upon the students.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Detention Obsession (Astira &amp; Google)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Google</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 16:41:39</strong>
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				(http://edwardgajdel.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Julian-Richings-20719-WEB.jpg)<br><br>It was that time of the year again, time for another school year starting, another year of disappointing students who never showed an aptitude for the subtle arts that he was trying to teach... and the occasional glimmer of what might be brilliance in a handful. So few appreciated what he was trying to instill them with, it wasn't just about learning how to brew some useful potions and have a working knowledge of the different ingredients and reactions that were possible if done properly... or done terrible wrong.<br><br>Anyone could wave a wand and cast a spell, anyone could learn the words and the proper motions for the wrist in order to get the desired magical response... and Professor Dominic Crane was an exceptionally talented duelist and spell caster but Potions were his true talent and passion... and in order to master Potions and become a properly educated took what only a proper appreciation for Potions could give... discipline.<br><br>Professor Crane was considered to be harsh and imposing by his students, perhaps even sadistic but there was a reason behind him methodology. If a charm went wrong then you might have an oversized nose, if you made mistakes in Defense Against The Dark Arts then the professor could quickly take control of the situation but in Potions the steaks were much greater, a wrong ingredient, an improperly cleaned cauldron, even stirring the wrong way could have catastrophic effects and cause a great deal of harm to everyone in the room... perhaps even fatal harm.<br><br>There was a reason the Potions classroom was beneath the lake, if there were a catastrophic explosion that could spread a lot damage... dumping the lake in on the classroom would be an extreme but certainly final measure in order to stop fires from spreading. It had been over a century since the last incident like that had occurred and Professor Crane was certainly not going to let one happen under his watch.<br><br>He had awoken early that morning, he found that he required very little sleep anymore, and finished up preparations for the first lesson of the term. For the early year class the preparations required very little but his first class of the term was his advanced placement lessons for his Final Year students, a class was frequently dropped by a third of the students taking it by the end of the second week and by the end of the year if half the remaining students had an Exceeds Expectations on their final marks... if even one got an Outstanding then they truly had to stand out and show they were truly exceptional. <br><br>A cup of strong black coffee ha helped to get him started, and moments after he had taken his first sip there was a knock at the door, his breakfast delivered by house elf promptly as always, though he took his lunch and dinner with the rest of the faculty he preferred to have breakfast alone, enjoying a little bit of solitude before the day started. With a hint of a smile on his face he took his breakfast into his personal office and sitting at his desk, running over his notes for the day as he ate and finished off his coffee. <br><br>Breakfast finished, an hour until the first lesson began and it was time for a shower, the dungeons where the Potions Class, his office, and his quarters, were located often had issues with a lack of hot water but waking up early was often enough to ensure he was able to enjoy himself, the hot water reveling tension from his body as he cleansed himself and after a few minutes he was in his chambers getting dressed, a dark suit over which he pulled his billowing black robes, larger then the norm because they helped to conceal things that a pair of well pressed slacks just didn't hide. <br><br>A few more minutes were spent grooming himself, a shave, and the application of a little cologne before he settled down behind his office desk to read the days paper, paying particular attention to the political news... all signs pointed towards an approaching upheaval and he wanted to be ready for it. <br><br>His wall clock chimed a few times and it was time for the class to begin. Swiftly he rose to his feet and was stalking down the dungeon halls to the classroom, stepping in silently before slamming the door shut to keep the students on their toes as he made his way to the front of the class. “Welcome to Advanced Placement Potions...” He said slowly, looking out over the assembled students and seeing very little potential there. “Those of you are here have made it this far because I suspect that you can mix the more complex potions that will be covered without killing us all... now lets get things started. Who in this room can tell me the ingredients, characteristics, and the brewing time for a Polyjuice Potion?” Not the most difficult potion in the world but it was something that he expected anyone in the class to know about if they expected to last. “A wrong answer will result in everyone in the class owing me an essay.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Detention Obsession (Astira &amp; Google)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 21:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ksyv3qPGGTk/U4kc8LNdhkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QWp2lYuQhI8/s1600/tumblr_mv6o7dOq6X1sidjizo2_400.jpg)</div> Professor Cane stood like a menacing bat before them in the dank dungeon. He sneered at the students with his usual disdain as he addressed the class in his clipped baritone voice. Persephone sat unaffected by his performance (for that’s all it was to her) and instead, surreptitiously glanced around her at her classmates, mildly amused by their faces but giving nothing away. She had come to respect her teacher and yes, even was intimidated by him but she didn’t fear the man as she used to. He had taught them since they arrives at McAllister’s and in that time, she herself had grown used to his brusque, terrifying manner. Though admittedly, it took her some time to get to that point.<br><br>The boy next to her, Alex was his name, squirmed in his seat and looked down at his hands, then cast a sideways glance at Persephone. “How are you not scared of that?” he whispered, tilting his head towards Professor Cane. The dark haired girl gave him a perplexed look. Was this kid new or something? She didn’t speak though, not wishing to get in trouble for speaking out of turn. Instead she shrugged and resumed her attention on the Professor.<br><br>His silky baritone voice flowed over them like smooth poison and Persephone suppressed and involuntary shiver.<em> “…now lets get things started. Who in this room can tell me the ingredients, characteristics, and the brewing time for a Polyjuice Potion?” </em>He paused.<em> “A wrong answer will result in everyone in the class owing me an essay.”</em><br><br>The class visibly stiffened and almost as instantly, they all seemed to turn towards her. That was when Persephone quailed under a gaze - being the center of attention was something she abhorred. She utterly detested any kind of recognition or scrutiny; a derision that came from her natural brilliance and adeptness at magic. She shifted uncomfortably and just this once, did the class the favor they implored her for: she rose her hand. “Please sir,” she said softly, knowing instinctively she was the only one who’d risen her hand and the only one he could call on. <br><br>“Independent of its actual brewing process, the Polyjuice Potion requires a good deal of preparation prior to making it. For example, the lacewing flies must be stewed for twenty-one days prior to making the potion, and only fluxweed picked at the full moon is acceptable. The total process takes approximately one month to complete,” She paused for a moment, then continued on, giving Professor Cane a perfect text-book answer on the characteristics, ingredients and brewing method for the potion.<br><br>The class practically gaped at her, mostly with scorn and indignation (which she was slightly stung by…they had basically asked her to answer with their glares)…though a few with admiration and awe. She flushed pink, even in the green-tinged dungeon and shifted a little in her seat as she finished.
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