1995-03-25: Potions is Sirius Business

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Amber_icon.gif Rune_icon.gif Tiana_icon.gif Ron_icon.gif Rene_icon.gif Ophelia_icon.gif Melissa_icon.gif Mei_icon.gif Julian_icon.gif Jackson_icon.gif Ginny_icon.gif Egbert_icon.gif Draco_icon.gif Caira_icon.gif Sirius_icon.gif

Scene Title Potions is Sirius Business
Synopsis The students in Tiana's potions lesson get quite the shock when hexes start flying around the room!
Location Potions Classroom
Date Mar 25, 1995
Watch For Sirius is an animagus? NO WAI!!
Logger Holly

Once again, all the various years have been called together for one single Potions class. Unlike the last time this happened, the room is left the way it would be for brewing, two rows of two-person tables with space up the middle and down both sides for moving about. There aren't any ingrediants set out, but there is a series of complicated-looking notes written in an almost-elegant scrawl on the board; Tiana's handwriting.

Perched on the edge of her desk - one leg crossed over the other - Tiana sits quietly, reading from a book held in one hand. She is impeccably dressed (as always) but this time, the robes are open, freer and easier to move in.

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Draco arrives early and claims a seat towards the back, unrolling his scroll and unpacking his book bag with his usual studied nonchalance. He keeps a watchful eye on the other students arriving, and another eye on Tiana's position by the board.

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Jax arrives a few minutes before the start of class and scurries up to take a table at the front of the room. The little Hufflepuff flashes a small, polite smile to the teacher as he sets his things down, studying the board quietly.

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Wandering in, Mei meanders a bit some as she looks for a place, picking a table in the back, one that is ideally away from some of the other students who in the past have blown cauldrons up, turned into girls, or created something that ate the cauldron and has yet to be identified by the department of Mysteries. Pulling her books out, she plunks her potions book down, and then draws out her tradmark notebooks and quill before she finally gets comfortable.

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As per usual, Bean is on time and prepared for Potions. He's actually looking forward to see what the woman has planned for the day. Julian finds a seat near the front, and glances around to see who he could partner with. As he sets out his things, he glances up to see if he can make sense of the notations on the board.

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Ophelia makes her way into the classroom, picking a spot in the middle. Her bag's settled down and book, quill and parchment are withdrawn. After a check in her hand mirror to make sure things are satisfactory on her face, she then regards the blackboard and the notes written upon then. She reads them over before a short-handed copy is started on the parchment.

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Considering what happened last time, Amber's not so certain she's ready to face the multi-year class run by her favouritist teacher ever. She's more afraid of what would happen if she was absent, though. After all, Tiana is probably looking for her specifically or something, because obviously there is a connection. A deep connection that transcends something transcendable! Therefore, she offers a happy little wave as she picks out a table in the middle of the classroom. Don't want to seem to eager, nor too bored, right? Man, this is going to be awesome. Unless there's poison, then she might have to protest. Again.

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Caira walks in, her bookbag slung over her shoulder, and claims a seat by the wall, about two thirds of the way towards the front. She quietly sets her bag on the floor, and turns to attentively face the teacher.

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Ginny arrives at the Potions class, looking quite curious. The class had gotten rather shaken up with this new Professor, and Ginny wasn't sure whether or not this was a good thing. After taking note of the students currently in the room, she too takes a seat at one of the middle tables, between Amber and Ophelia. She smiles at both older girls, giving a little wave.

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Arriving just a few minutes before class his set to start, Ron wanders into the Potions classroom, bag slung over his shoulder. He casts a glance in direction of Tiana, and then moves towards the backroom, taking up his usual seat in the back of the classroom. He can't help but notice Draco Malfoy, eyes narrowing at the Slytherin as he begins to unpack his own things from his bag.

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Coming skittering in would be one of the Hufflepuff fifth years, apparently afraid to be late. Hair's a mess and his shirt is sadly untucked, but all in all he is in one piece. A deep sigh as he looks for a place to sit, while slinging out of his messenger bag-Lookout! As such he's hurrying and plomping down on a desk by Ron's A half smile as a means of an excuse for clattering noise, but right now Rune is more worried about being caught out of a seat.

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Everyone seems to have their usual places, Rene included. He heads almost immediately for the relative front of the room, but as per usual with Tiana, does not exude eagerness in doing so- enough to seem interested, but not enough to be singled out if he can't help it.

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Perched there on the edge of the desk, leg still crossed over the other, Professor Moldavia eyes the class as they file in and take their seats The last class was a fiasco. Let's see how well this one goes, shall we? They can only go up from there, no? "We'll be studying the properties of boomslang today. Take out your books and turn to page 606." She's choosing to just get straight to the point of today's class and dispensing with any chicanery. With casual grace, she gets off her desk, and moves to stand in front of it.

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Draco gives Ron a look and a smile as the redhead comes in; the sort of smile that hasn't got an atom of amusement or good humour behind it. Ron has seen that smile before and it never bodes well. Draco twirls his quill in his hand as he watches Weasley unpack ready for the lesson. He himself is ready well before the professor gives the page reference, and he flips his textbook open to the correct spot in a trice, transferring that smile from Weasley to Professor Moldavia.

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Amber returns Ginny's smile, before she takes out her notebook and starts jotting down some of the notes on the board. Hopefully if they all copy down the notes, they won't have to drink poisons again. Maybe with no antidote this time - shudder. Dumbledore wouldn't let that happen, and she's sure Professor Moldavia has the class's best interest at heart. When instructed, she sets aside her quill and opens her text. Boomslang. All right, then. As long as they won't be eating them.

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Mei sighs somewhat, not so much at the professor, but more at the ill omens that classes with the new professor tend to produce. Flipping through a few pages, Mei pauses before turning back some to the required page. Taking a few quick notes, Mei pauses somewhat to look up at the professor expectantly.

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Boomslang? Ophelia frowns for a moment, tapping her quill against the inside of her opposite hand. To tell the teacher that the older students had done essays on the snake or not? Eventually she just shrugs, choosing to keep silent. Her book is already marked, and it flips open with an easy flick of her wand. There's even sketches that fall out that are diagrams of the snake prior to becoming the final product on the essay she had done.

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Julian pulls out his book and flips easily to the page number the professor stated. He scans the page, and then looks up to the board, trying to connect the two sets of information by himself, without the aid of the lecture. It's a game he plays with himself, and well, for the most part. He does scowl a little as Rene sits further back, but shrugs, and goes back to reading the page. He, too, decides to copy the notes down in his small, precise script.

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Glaring at Malfoy and that smile he knows all too well, Ron tries to focus all of his will into his stare with the intent of causing Malfoy's head to just pop off. That'd be a nice way to start Potions, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working, and the most the youngest Weasley son can do is open his book to the instructed page, and he begins to go over what's written in it.

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Jax is still scrutinizing the board and copying down the information on it when the Professor starts speaking. He jots down a few more hastily scribbled notes and then takes out his book, opening it to the correct page and studying that, too, his brow furrowed slightly.

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Rune raises a brow "Boomslang?" muttered out freaking loud, before his yap is quickly shutting his lips for a wee bit only to pull out his book, careful to not knock over his ink or quill this time. And like that he's flipping through the pages numbers called out softly-at least that someone could hear as he's checking. "605" a flip of a few pages "668..Bugger back, back.." and then he's finally there as that sound of parchment unsticking from itself can be heard. Ah yes, Rune hits these books hard..Maybe not.

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Ginny extracts her potions book from her bag, and then there's only the sound of pages rustling as she flips to page 605. With a fingertip to the page, she begins to read, her brow slightly furrowed.

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Caira follows directions, taking out her book. She puts it on her desk, and quickly flips to the correct page, glancing around the classroom quickly to survey her those around her before she starts to read.

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Professor Moldavia could care less that the upper classmen have already studied boomslang. This is the lesson she chose to set, and this is what today's lesson will be. The professor turns towards the blackboard, where various properties and characteristics of boomslang are noted. "Silence. I will not tolerate the disgrace of the last lesson," is said in firm tones. A glance is made across the classroom and a wave of her wand helps those having a hard time finding page 606 in their books. "Boomslang comes from the skin of the snake, Dispholidus typus, native to Africa.."

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Draco's head remains placed right there on top of his neck despite Ron's withering gaze. The Slytherin casts a languid glance over the page dealing with the specified variety of serpent. Meantime his thin fingers oh so casually tear a corner of his scroll off, an inch or so square. He rolls it into a little ball, and rolls the ball of parchment into the inkwell. He looks up from the text, at the Professor, and then at Ginny Weasley a few seats ahead of him.

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Though not ignorant of the scowl he gets from Julian, Rene seems to be trying his best to not really interact with anyone today, really. He doesn't even look up when his book flips about thirty more pages courtesy of the professor. The boy just lets out a small puff of air from his nose, sinking into his seat and proceeding to weakly scribble some notes onto his parchment.

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As Moldavia starts speaking, Amber glances over her shoulder at some of the other people in the room. No love lost between Malfoy and Weasley, it seems. It's too bad she's right in between them. So she's not caught staring, she quickly looks away, back to her parchment, and starts scribbling what's being said.

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Taking a few identifying notes on the page, Mei hmms somewhat before looking up to the professor. Canting her head to one side, the girl's eyes dance over the board and then cant in Draco's direction. Raising one eyebrow curiously she just slowly shakes her head before turning to her notes.

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Having been busy playing with her book, Phee finally returns the little Weasley's smiled greeting. She then tries to focus on the lesson at hand, and the professor's talking. But considering she'd done this already, she finds it really hard to stay focused, or even interested. Yeah, boredom's winning out, really quick.

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Before the professor can finish that sentence, the door to her classroom bangs open, revealing a very angry - very shaggy - Sirius Black. "Moldavia!" he barks, wand out and pointed at the professor. "What the devil do you think you're doing, woman? Poisoning these students!" His face is set into a mask of complete and utter fury. "I'll not be having you teaching this class! Step down!" Moving swiftly into the classroom, he draws back his wand and casts a bright red hex at the erstwhile Professor. "No one endangers my godson!"

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Julian is interested in this. It's all new to him. Naturally, he's read the page indicated, but it's much more interesting and is retained longer when it's lectured on. He takes notes, following in the book with his other finger, taking in the information in every way possible. "Dispholidus typus," he repeats softly. "Professor, why is it called a boomslang, then?" He asks the question a little more loudly.

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Malfoy's shenanigans are about to be commented on when her class is rudely interrupted. Professor Moldavia tosses her book aside, and wand is out. The hex is deflected and a fierce look lights up her eyes. "Other teachers may allow you to rudely disrupt their lessons, Black. I /will/ not permit it!" Another swish of her wand is made, as if she were duelling Fenrir again back in Hogsmeade. A jet of bright orange light flies forth at the invading former convict, and a growl escapes the woman.

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After hurting himself /and/ getting dinged last session, Egbert is making a point to pay close attention this time around. Which means he just about jumps out of his seat when Sirius barges in. As the hex goes flying through the air, he instinctively reaches for his wand - then freezes. Which side is he on? Is he on either?

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Draco shoots a look back at Mia that as good as says 'Stop interfering with my fun'. With a surreptitious gesture of his wand, he levitates the soggy, inky chunk of parchment out of the inkwell, and is about to use the same magical means to propel it at the back of Ginny Weasley's neck when the lesson is interrupted in dramatic manner. Draco is nothing if not quick to adapt; instead of firing the ink pellet at Ginny's neck, instead he twists his wand and sends it zooming at high speed straight for Sirius Black's nose.

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At the disruption, Ophelia gives this little squeak and then turns in her chair. For some reason, Bean's question catches her attention, "Means' 'tree snake' in Afrikaans and Dutch," is casually said while she stares wide-eyed at the Pardoned-Criminal. Why the HELL is he in this classroom? "We're not being poisoned." Pause. "Yet."

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Mei just sits, impassively watching. Blinking somewhat she sits upright, slowly placing her quill on the table before her. The shot of the spell draws a blink, and then audible scraping sound as she pushes her chair bag, gasping.

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Eyes moving to the front of the classroom so he can listen to what the professor is saying, Ron jumps loudly as the door bangs open. Great, it seems like Snape is back. Doesn't he love to bang the door open a lot? Only it's not Snape, but rather Sirius, and Ron's jaw drops a little bit as his best friend's godfather outrights attacks the professor. Having no idea what to do, he simply sits and watches.

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"Native to Africa.." Rune murmurs, while he quickly-and sloppily writes down what the professor is saying. If anyone is trying to copy notes off him-good luck. His chicken scratch is worse than sanskrit. Eyes look up, towards Professor Moldavia, as he begins murmuring the properties down, each down with a little bullet point so as to keep track of things. "Dilophasaurus.." And then as the door opens Rune's jumping and knocking his inkwell-on accident- towards Ron. "Merlin's Balls-its!" Yes that is the exclamation coming out Rune's mouth before he's sitting there, slackjawed

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'Tree snake.' Bean writes this down, and gets halfway through the second word when Black barges in. "Bloody Hell!" He jumps about three feet in the air, spilling his inkwell everywhere. "That's…" He might be a firstie, but he does catch the news that makes its way around the castle. "Godson?" This is a novel idea to the little snake.

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Yeah, okay, well, Rene wasn't ready for that, of all possible things. He lets out an alarmed noise like nearly everyone else, very nearly tipping over his ink bottle while whirling his head around to look. At first, it's a moment of surprise, and then curiosity. Does he not have anything more to be doing than appearing in the castle?

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Who wouldn't jump when the door slams open? Amber does, nearly falling sideways out of her chair and into Ginny's lap. Blue eyes blink rapidly as she tries to refocus. Sirius Black. Here? On one hand, she almost wants to talk to him and figure out ow to do what she wants to do - namely, learn the secrets of the Animagus! On the other, holy crap, wasn't he just on trial for killing thirteen people!? After she rights herself, she scoots her chair away from the door.

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Color Harry embarrassed. Deeply so. He's more than a little bewildered and mouths, 'Sirius?' as his godfather storms into the room. First Transfiguration, now Potions!? He moves a hand for his wand, unsure as to what to do for the moment. He slinks a little in his seat next to Ron, hiding that he's going for his own wand.

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"I don't bloody well care what you will and will not allow! You lost that right when you poisoned /children/!" Using a quickly thrown up shield spell in very much the same manner Tiana had just before, he deflects both the orange curse and the ink-sodden paper. Whipping around, he growls at Draco. "You're in on this too, Malfoy? Although I'd bet you'd be pleased as punch to see harm come to my Harry!" Hurling a Stinging Hex at the professor, he circles around the desk, always watching her. Except for those not-so-subtle glances over his shoulder. Yeah, those.

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Whoa. Ginny is rather stunned by this turn of events. She whips around in her chair so quickly she almost gets whiplash, and one hand touches the pocket in her robe where her wand lies. Her brown eyes widen as she looks from one adult to the other. "S-Sirius? Mr. Black?" Yes, her voice wobbles a bit. As Amber fall into her, she helps the girl right herself. Then her gaze goes to Harry, and her eyebrows raise, clearly asking, 'What the bloody hell is going on?'

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Mei blinks curiously, watching the wild crazy man. Well, she always thought he was guilty, now she knows for certain. Looking at Draco the girl quietly hisses "Stoppit. You wanna end up dead?" Her voice somewhat shaky even as she tries to remain as calm as she can. "He might do it you know…"

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Caira scrawls down quick notes in a tiny font, blinking as suddenly, the door barges open. She turns to face said door, one hand going to her necklace, the other to her wand. Glad she's so near to the wall the way it is, she back up a bit so that she's pressed against it.

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Seemingly unaware of the panic being caused to the students, Moldavia is deeply embroiled in this duel. "There is no excuse for your disruption, you murderer!" There's a light of glee in the professor's eyes as she whips up a shield charm, easily deflecting the hex before firing off another of her own in turn at Black. "How else are they to learn potions and poisons!? You act as if you never had to learn yourself!" A snarl is heard as she hurtles forward as the man rounds on one of her students. "OUT. NOW. These children are under my care and no harm will come to them because you cannot control yourself!"

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Jax is as startled as everyone else, but then curiosity takes over. He kneels with one leg on his seat and +ne standing on the ground as he peers at the action with wide, intrigued eyes. "He really likes dramatic entrances," he murmurs to noone in particular. "Or he just /really/ misses Hogwarts classes."

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"I'm not in on anything," Draco disclaims hotly. "I just learnt to defend myself against sudden attack." His wand's gripped firmly, ready to defend himself if Black should include him as well as the professor in his attack now. "And Potter's good enough at bringing harm on himself without any help from me."

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Rene has absolutely no idea how this mess got started, but he is convinced that by now that half-hiding under his potions textbook, he may be able to avoid it. One hand has gone to his wand to pull it from his robes- instinct mixed with Moody's lessons makes for a quick-draw, but he does nothing. Simply having it ready does make him feel much better about this.

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"… what the bloody hell is going on," Ron says to Harry, turning his head slightly. "Are you sure Sirius isn't.. a little… well… mad?" he says, trying to ask the question delicately (and not doing a very good job of it.) Either way, he does his best to keep any attention on himself, and not Harry, as his friend goes for his wand. At the same time, Ron reaches his hand into his inner robe pocket, beginning to extract his own wand as well.

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Julian hasn't learned evanesco or scourgify yet, so he's left trying to clean up the ink by muggle means. This means it's dripping everywhere. Luckily, he picks up his book before it gets soaked more than just the edges of the spine. The rest of it? He's searching around for the wizard's equivalent of paper towels. Which, of course, do not exist. "Rene!" He hisses toward the other Slyth firstie. "How do I get this…?" He gestures to the mess, trying to get advice without drawing too much attention to himslef.

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Why no one else is doing this is beyond Amber, but she's crawling under the table. Moody's lessons or not, it's really good to have some cover if you're facing an experienced wizard. Pulling her chair in front of her, she rests her arm on it, wand in hand. "P-petrif— " No, she doesn't really know that one. "Stupefy?" WELL, SHE TRIED ANYWAY!

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You know, Ophelia's just going to shuffle under here. "You know," she offers to the others in her row, that being Ginny and Amber, "There wasn't as much drama when Professor Snape was teachin'. He also didn't poison us either…funny that." she does blink when Ginny actually calls him by address, "Y'know 'm more than the papers?" And just to be really odd, "Oh, by the by, I've my notes still from when Professor Snape ordered a Boomslang Essay here, if'n ye want t' go over it an' get a leg up."

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Harry shakes his head slightly and mutters to Ron, "Dunno what this is about. It's not like she's Snape." He steals a quick glance over to Ginny, his wand under the desk. Potter debates on sending a tripping hex at the Professor. Sure it'll get him in trouble but she's fighting /Sirius/.

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Not enough time to cast a shield spell! Ducking, Sirius loses a bit of his balance and his next spell goes wide, the Bat Bogey Hex flying straight for Ophelia's pretty face. "Oh? So you'll harm them on your own time, will you? NOT ON MY WATCH YOU EASTERN COMMUNIST DEVIL!" What? He saw a Muggle film once. Firing off a series of five or six spells in quick succession, he keeps moving, bouncing from foot to foot like a rather ridiculous pantomime of a Muggle boxer.

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Something in little sweet Mei snaps. Gripping her wand tightly at the "eastern commie devil" comment she holds onto the thing tight enough that it almost looks ready to snap, however she doesn't move to do anything…yet.

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"For once I think bloody Moody's classes are safe.."Rune adds to no one in particular. Instead he seems focused on the epic fight happening, boy his Da is never going to believe this happened at all. As the two boys by him go for their wands, he is taking time to look back towards Harry and Ron-They have wands out..And so now the hufflepuff is patting himself down for his wand-quick search. And away he goes drawing it backwards "Oh Bugger.." turning that back around.

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Melissa is relieved that the class doesn't seem to be dangerous… until Sirius shows up. Again. "He needs to look at the class schedules and pick a better time for this sort of thing…" she says.

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"He's a loony," declares Draco to Mei. "My dad was right, it's not Azkhaban he belongs in, it's the secure ward at St Mungo's. No wonder Potter turned out such an attention seeker if this is the example he models himself on." His wand's still in his hand and ready for instant use.

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"/You/ are the one invading my classroom and firing off spells! They never should have pardoned the likes of you!" Professor Moldavia cries out, letting another spell fly, carefully aimed at Black. Care is taken to not hit a student on accident. "No child will be harmed under /my/ watch!" The poison of the last lesson? It was a controlled situation, with the antidotes right there.

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Julian is calling his name, and that's rather easy to pick out amidst the ruckus for Rene. Luckily, he's not too far away and manages to slip along the wall to where Bean is, having left behind his book-helmet for better things. He figures the adults will beat the crap out of themselves soon enough- which leaves room to bring up his wand to mutter a quick and small cleaning spell over the other boy's desk. "I'll show you again later." The blond boy whispers almost hurriedly to his friend.

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And then, just as suddenly as his attack started, Sirius just stops. Well, he ducks that last curse. Then he stops. Turning towards the class, he throws the students a wink and then struts right over to lean back against the desk, arms folded over his chest, wand put away and face split nearly in two with the biggest possible grin. Loony? Who's loony? Certainly not Sirius Black!

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Speaking of hitting students by accident… Ophelia's about to tell the bopsie twins over there (Draco and Mei) to shut it, but Sirius' wayward hex manages to peg her just as she's peeking her head around to do so. It hits with a little bit of an 'eep' and to her dignity there's no really bad shrieks or anything when her own nasal mucus grows wings and attacks her. Actually, one gets smacked up from under the table, followed by another (Juggling Bogies!) then there's a "Finite!" from the irish girl.

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Staring at Sirius, Mei just…well stares. Her face had colored somewhat, but reflexively she slowly calms down, fingers finally peeling from her own wand. Muttering more than her share of curses under her breath in a rather steady litanny of chinese she scoots back up to her seat, though a number of furitive glances are lobbed ballisticaly in Sirius' direction.

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"Thanks Frenchie, I — " Julian begins, and then Sirius stops his hexing and moves to the front with that smile. This unnerves him. Known enemies are one thing. Someone changing tacks midstream is something entirely different. Now, he pulls his wand out, but doesn't point it anywhere directly. Just holds it loosely in his hand, ready to cast protego or something else quickly.

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Egbert finally makes up his mind, lifting his wand and pointing it at Sirius's side. "Rictusempra!" That should be a relatively harmless one, right? Of course, right then is when Sirius stops and turns around - did he know? did he see it coming? - which means, well, someone else is probably going to get hit by accident, too…

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Just as Black stops firing hexes and spells, as does Professor Moldavia. She strides down the center aisle to return to her desk, standing next to Black. All the glares are now gone, and her expression is placid. "Is everyone in one piece?," she asks, in a tone that holds a bit more concern than she's known to express. "Potter, Weasley, wands away," she says with a playful wink for the pair. "And the rest of you lot as well." Huh? That's a drop in her normal demeanor, as she turns to look at Black. When Egbert takes it upon himself to be the first to cast a spell, wand is quickly out and a shield is thrown up, "Wands down!"

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Caira just stays back. She's shifted so that she's sitting on the floor, hopefully in a safe place from any spells. But then the spells stop flying anyways, so she gets up, hand still on her wand, and sits back in her seat. At the Professor's command, she puts her wand away, but keeps her hand near it anyways.

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Jax just stares at the adults when the spells stop, looking utterly baffled as he settles back into his seat. "Was that some kind of /game/?" he wonders, confused, and then, "…who won?"

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And then…a mysterious thing happens. The two adults glance at each other and then take identical stances in front of the class. At first, they might appear a little ridiculous, but then it begins…

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With the wibbly-wobbbly changes characteristic of the Polyjuice Potion, the features of both start to shift and wriggle and change. Within minutes, Tiana is Sirius and Sirius is now…Tiana. Lounging back against the desk - somehow still managing to look attractive even in Sirius' baggy male clothes - Tiana smiles slyly, not saying anything just yet. Wait for it, wait for it…

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Draco brings up his wand, then lowers it, then brings it up again. The Slytherin blond-boy is quite obviously unsure who (if anyone) he should be worried about and who (if anyone) he should be attacking — or defending himself against attack from.

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Rune remains confused as his wand remains gripped in his hand A look given back towards Harry and Ron, before he is looking towards Sirius, who is now just walking on over to stand by the bloody desk, and lean on it as if everything is nice, and right rainy? "Bloody hell..He's a nutter.." However the rest just leaves him bloody buggered and confused…Also his poor notes. "You have t' be bloody kidding me.." Slackjawed? Yes. Rune is that.

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When he thought it wasn't possible, Harry is even more confused and shares this look with Ron. His wand is lowered, but not stowed away, even at the professor's command. As the pair seem to.. swap places, his jaw drops. "Polyjuice," he breathes to Ron, before giving his friend a grin. Oh he remembers what it looked like when it was wearing off!

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Mei blinks some more and then laughs. Staring not at the professor, but the fact that now, Sirius black is…in drag. Smirking she mutters something, idly wondering if the Quibbler will get into this one, but then just shaking her head. "Not this again…"

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"A moment, please, Professor?" Ophelia's climbing back to her seat, and she still seems to be bugged by one stubborn bat-winged bogey that somehow escaped the initial Finite. Of course, if she'd thought about it, she'd have used the, as the geeks would say, aoe-form of the spell. Instead, another 'Finite' is given with her wand, and the bogey goes *Pop*. And then the switcheroo happens. Wand still poised to pop bogeys, Ophelia blinks at the reveal. "Well, m'first guess was if we were t'have a madman rush in, we'd just failed at defendin' ourselves, but this puts a different spin on things…" Then she can't help it. "Nice legs, Mr. Black."

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"Bloody Hell! That's creepy!" Bean watches the professor and Black as they switch forms. "What the hell was that!?" He shudders. He wasn't present for the polyjuice lesson; it was only the older years. "What kind of potion does that?" And where can I get some?

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There's a loud curseword in French from what sounds like the corner- something something Polyjuice. If this was all fun and games- then Rene has some choice words for a situation like this. He puts his wand at his side, steps around the front of Julian's desk into the front of the aisle, and glares as hard as he can at Sirius. And finally, when it is that awkward kind of silence, the little guy holds out his hand in a universal 'gimme' motion, quite determined to look like he means business. And he does. Black made a grave offense! Sort of. Not really. To him, anyway.

"You owe me five knuts, Sirius Black."

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Someone is confused. Amber peeks out from under the table. She can feel herself shaking still, and she's pretty pale. After all, when someone like Sirius Black walks into a room… Well. It's sufficient enough to say that Amber is not a Gryffindor. Her jaw is about hanging down to the floor, and she's staring incredulously around at the other people in the room… Then, she just kind of slides back under the table, out of sight, hopefully, hogging her knees and trying not to vomit. Holy crap, It's SIRIUS BLACK.

She doesn't miss the switcharoo, but from where she's at, she can only see legs. Aw, she might have wanted to witness that, but she's still too shocked to peer back out just yet.

—-

Melissa just watches. "So… what, is he part of the lesson then? …Oh! Of course! Boomslang! It's part of the Polyjuice Potion, isn't it?"

—-

Sirius doesn't seem to mind at all that he's in more feminine attire than he'd normally be in. It was all for the lesson. Ophelia gets a smirk for her cheek, since he chose something that he wouldn't have to be seen walking too long in. Long robes, skirts. "Professor, that was fun, but I won't be doing this again for your next class." Malfoy's given a quick look before he flashes a grin to Harry and the Weasleys. One that's changed to a bit of confusion, that changes into a laugh at Rene when he walks up. "Oh, you again." Still laughing, he reaches into a pocket and withdraws five knuts to hand to the French boy.

—-

"Woooooah." Jax's eyes are wide. "That was /brilliant/!" He leans over his table, peering at Sirius and Tiana as if expecting them to change again. "Can we be Sirius Black, /too/?"

—-

Caira blinks. Oh. Well, that explains it. And appropriate, too. Looking at the two adults in reversed clothing, her left eye twitches slightly, but otherwise, she stays quiet.

—-

Ginny just.. boggles. Wow. Wow. And wow again. She finally releases her hold on her wand, and just gazes at the front of the class. Her head tilts slowly to one side, and then the other - resembling a puzzled parrot. Hesitantly, she grins back at Sirius, lifting one hand in a half-wave, half-salute.

—-

Draco finally sets his wand down on the desk in front of him alongside his quill, a look of utter distaste on his sneering face. "What nonsense," he says quietly.

—-

Egbert lowers his wand, just as instructed. And then he watches, wide-eyed, as the disguises are dropped. No, on second thought, he leans down and hands his wand to Amber. "Would you mind holding on to this until I figure out which way is up again?"

—-

Rune is taking time to slide his wand back into his robes, before he's looking to make sense of his notes. It seems something slightly ruined them-that something being the ink he sent hurtling earlier. Bloody marvelous. A sigh and his eyebrows are just up for a second "I am going t' fail this class.." muttered as he is trying to wipe off streaks of ink..

—-

"… Oh," is the response from Ron, who, much like Harry, lowers his wand but doesn't put it away quite yet. If anything, they should be able to understand this class better than the rest, considering he, Hermione, and Harry all brewed up a batch of Polyjuice Potion back in second year. "Blimey," he says, shaking his head, "remember when Snape just.. taught a class? I sort of miss it." Not Snape, of course. But at least in Snape's class you weren't scared out of your skin by Sirius Black charging in, wands blazing.

—-

Draco turns and stares at Weasley. "You miss Snape? YOU miss SNAPE?" Of course he can only respond to Ron's words, not his thoughts, but those words seem to have taken Draco quite aback.

—-

Mei just sits there and sighs, taking a few more notes she looks up and seems tempted to say "our professor is crazy…" but just mutters a weak "Looks can be deceiving. Or as professor Moody would put it…Constant Vigilence."

—-

"Ah, no," Sirius says to Jackson with a grin still on his face. He glances over to Melissa, brows raised, "You look a bit young to have had any exposure to that sort of potion. Bit over your grade level from the looks of it?" Turning back to Tiana, he nods, folding his arms across his chest. He remains lounged in a leisurely manner against the desk, wand twirling in his fingers.

—-

That was much easier than Rene honestly expected. He nods once up at the Animagus before tucking the knuts away into his inner pocket. "Merci." He would be fluffing up if he had feathers! "You are as genuine a man as you are a dog, mister Black. Do not steal from me, no matter how small a thing." Rene makes a little backhanding motion at Sirius- a playful warning, if anything- before sidling off again to where he was sitting before. Hey, he's a few coin richer! Nice class.

—-

…That Tiana's Bat Bogey hex is damned stubborn that's what. Finding yet another little winged bugger, Ophelia plucks it and decides to just fling it towards Draco, since well, he was the one yapping just then. Then she's about to raise her hand before she notices Amber seems out of it. Peeking down she frowns, "Oi, you okay?"

—-

Melissa grins at Sirius. "Oh, no… I just heard about it… Professor Snape did a class about it with the older students, and… well, something like that gets around."

—-

Julian misses Snape too, but for markedly different reasons. He frowns. "How do you tell if someone's taken that stuff?" He thinks he caught what Rene was saying. "Poorlyjuice?" He snickers softly at Frenchie's comments and demeanor. "You ought to get one of the older 'Puffs to buy you some choc with that." He specifically suggests a Hufflepuff for good reason. He whispers this comment to Rene and then looks down at his ruined notes. He'll be writing something up from this class, but it may or may not have to do with an African snake.

—-

"I didn't say I miss Snape, Malfoy," Ron growls at the Slytherin, JUST barely resisting the urge to send a hex flying across the classroom at him. Turning away from him, he focuses back on the front of the classroom. "Why doesn't he do all of us a favor and go jump in the lake?" he mutters under his breath, so only Harry (hopefully) is able to hear him.

—-

Amber's eyes move to one side, looking at Egbert's wand. No way. "Don't look a' me, 'e'll find me!" she hisses, still hugging her knees. "Go! go!" Because obviously, a table is the very best place ever to hide when there's a murderer in the classroom. Especially if he causes, say, a hurricane, or an earthquake. Anything's possible. IS TIANA WATCHING? Does she know Amber's a total coward? Hopefully not, because that would be embarrassing. Man, it was easy enough to stupefy Rune when they were in a controlled environment, but they could have died.

"Git, go!" She says to Ophelia. "Is ev'ryone in this class bloody daft!? He's a — " She inserts an appropriate metaphor here — "killer!"

—-

"You /know/ him? Why did he owe you money?" Jax leans over to whisper to Rene. "And why is he a dog?"

—-

"Okay." Draco addresses the class. "Who hexed Weasley here? He's lost his ability to use the English language. Oh, wait, he never had that, did he?" He seems oblivious to the little drama being played out with Amber and co.

—-

Rune remains quiet now as he's trying to try and figure out how exactly to fix his notes. Give him a moment. And there's a slight look towards Ron and Harry, but the Hufflepuff can't hear what they're saying to one another. Just a lean closer to Weasley "Umm..kin I see your notes real quick mate." yes, the welshboy ruined his previously already close to ruined ones.

—-

Lurking just under the floor, Perpetua pokes her head through the flagstones, right there in front of Amber. "Who's a killer … oh shoot! Class!" And her brother! This is awkward! Ghostly eyes wide, she disappears from sight, dropping back through the flagstones.

—-

Egbert bites his lip, not buying into Amber's predictions of doom and gloom but not wanting to force her out of her hidey hole either. With a sigh, he takes the wand back… and then sees a ghost appear. An unfamiliar ghost. No, wait, a very familiar— right, that's it, he just keels over in shock. Someone move the wand out from under his elbow before it removes his bones or something.

—-

Melissa frowns. "He's not a killer, if you just read the news you'd know that…" she says. "It was proven in court."

—-

"He stole my newspaper." Rene asides to Jackson in response, and frankly, if anyone else is still nearby, them too. Mostly the other firsties. "One prophet, five knuts. He's an animagus. He turns into a big dog." And after a moment, Rene adds to it. "A dog taller than me." Oy, big dog is right.

—-

Mei looks at Rene, and though not the one to normally make snarky comments, she can't help but ask curiously "You mean a Beagle?" She would have picked a smaller dog, but her player can't spell chiha…well whatever it's spelled.

—-

"A big dog?" Draco frowns at Rene's words, and suddenly goes into deep thought; so deep that he quite forgets to continue poking verbally at Ron Weasley. He looks at Black, a very pensive expression on his aristocratic brow.

—-

"I will say this once and only once." Tiana's voice cuts through the chatter of the classroom like a knife. "Things are very rarely as they appear to be. Up until the moment we changed, you honestly believed us to be who we appeared to be, though neither of us explicitly said 'I am Sirius Black' or 'I am Tiana Moldavia'." She pushes off from the desk and begins to pace slowly. "People do not have to lie to you in order to make you believe what is not true. It is all a matter of twisting your perceptions, of using the trust you have in what your eyes and mind tell you." She turns on her heel and gazes fiercely out at her students. "Nothing is as it appears. Nothing."

—-

"Mmhmm," Sirius utters, unconvinced at Melissa. Alas, not his concern. He turns to Tiana to shake her hand, as he pushes up from the desk. This was a fun opportunity, and not one he could have participated in had Snape been in charge of the class today. He walks down the aisle to leave. He also heard what Draco said about him, so decides to say in parting, a little fact that might embarrass the teen. "Malfoy? Tell your mum I said 'hi'. I miss the family dates for tea. Ron, Harry, Ginny," he nods to the three that he knows, and gives Harry a pat on the shoulder in passing. That's it for his interruptions for the rest of the lessons as he ducks out the door to go change back into his normal clothes.

—-

Hand gripping his wand tightly, Ron raises it in Malfoy's direction, but lowers it at the last second. He probably shouldn't go around hexing another student in class, especially in front of a teacher. That doesn't mean he can't get him later, though. Surely, at some point, he'll catch Malfoy wandering in the halls, and that's when he'll strike. Hopefully, anyway. For now, the Gryffindor just sits there and seethes, mouthing insults and jibes that would make his own mum blush if she could hear them spoken outloud. Doing his best to just ignore Malfoy, he turns his attention to the professor once more, listening to what she's saying.

—-

Mei snerks softly at the professor's comments. "If I thought it possible," she notes to no one in particular, "I would wonder if those two didn't double up on the potion somehow. Making him still him, and her still her." Shaking her head she makes a few more notes on her papers before sighing. "At least Potter and Weasley didn't end up girls this time. That was a mental image I need not stick with again…"

—-

Ophelia doesn't know what to do with Amber. She trully /appears/ to be scared out of her gourd. She peeks over her desk again, eyeballing the ex-convict before glancing down at Amber. And fortunately for her, Sirius is leaving. "Oi, Amber, right? He's lea—Holy Mother of —!!" GHOST! THAT gets Ophelia to land flat on her arse and she just stares at where Perpetua's head was.

—-

"I mean a wolfhound." Rene snipes back at Mei from across the way, and it is followed by a stream of angrily muttered French as he sits back forward again, sitting up to listen attentively now, his previous mood all but forgotten in the fray and the resulting 'gotcha!'. Nothing is as it appears- a big claim, no?

—-

And now poor Rune is contemplating his own existence or maybe one of his friends as now he is staring dubiously over towards Amber for a second. Who all took the potion, and who all is as they seam. A slight shake of his head and he's just slumping back into his seat. One hand coming up to prop up his cheek, and smear a streak of ink down the side as well. However he misses the Ghost excitement by seconds. Not his day.

—-

"You mean Potter isn't such a complete spazmo as he looks?" breathes Draco to Mei. Then Black strolls down and addresses him and he goes white with anger, glaring at Sirius's back as the ex-prisoner retreats with such a furious stare that it's a wonder he doesn't burst into flames. "The tea should have choked you!" he spits out. But not till after the door closes behind Sirius Black.

—-

That is a good lesson. And somewhere, Amber does get it. Of course, she's somewhat distracted by Perpetua's head coming through the floor. No one knows that better than her dead friend, that's for damn sure. Still, that doesn't mean that Black's not still here. "No' a good time, Pet," she says, still huddling with her arms around her knees. People are falling down all around her! And the first thing her mind goes to is that they've been hexed, or killed, and she leans over Ophelia and points her wand and says the most basic healing spell ever. "Are you okay? Are ya alive!?"

—-

Caira is, pretty much, exactly as she appears. She just sits there, trying to avoid any extra attention, although that may cause more there- most of the students /aren't/ just sitting there quietly.

—-

"That will be quite enough of that, thank you." Not one for the dramatics At All, Tiana has very little patience. "Now, if you'll all turn to the directions on the board - " and with a wave of her hand, it suddenly changes to a series of complicated directions. "We will be brewing the antidote for the Polyjuice Potion. It is the only proven method of discerning whether or not someone is who they say they are, and even then it does nothing against glamours or Metamorphmagi."

And for the rest of the class time - she'd secured a double lesson for just this purpose - Tiana will attempt to instruct a class in a Potion not a single one of them will get right. Still, it is exposure, and only practice makes perfect in the end.

—-

Amber gets a rapid fire tirade about the head that popped through the floor. In Irish. After a few moments though, Phee nods, and remembers what language people can undersatnd her in. "I'm fine. Oi, He's not in the class anymore. An' thanks. Let's get t'work, aye?" Before Tiana seeks to hex them all. And really, someone should have a talk to about that ghost. The Grey Lady's not so rude!

—-

Finally. The real lesson. Bean frowns mornfully at his empty inkwell, and fishes around in his bag for his spare. He pulls it out and starts to scribble down the notes, realizing, at least, the complexity of the potion.

—-

Groaning very softly, Mei looks back to her book and hmms. Flipping a few pages back and fort she pauses to take notes and then stare meaninglessly at the board.

—-

Egbert stirs, finally, looking around and pulling himself back up into his seat. "Bloody hell, makes you want to just turn yourself into a brick wall for a while, you know?" Fishing out a fresh roll of parchment, he joins the throng copying down instructions.

—-

Rune looks to the pages in his book, as well as to what is written down on his hodge podge collection of notes. All the same he sucks at making potions, and that apt descriptor of his skills shows as he is rather failing at making this stuff. But, he tries all the time-so who knows where as being a failure-maybe he won't utterly and horrendously fail.

—-

Melissa looks through the book. Wow… She'd heard Polyjuice was tough to make, and the antidote is just about as tough…

—-

Amber never quite makes it back up to the table. She does drag her book down under it, shough, and will take notes as much as she possibly can. Even with Sirius gone, she's going to have images of those flying hexes stuck in her head for the forseeable future. Maybe she can get some sort of potion from Pomfrey to help with that. All in all, she's pretty sure this lesson was much worse than the one on poisons.

—-

Ginny settles back in her chair, taking out the necessary ingredients for said antidote. Soon, she is immersed in the lesson, paying close attention to the Professor's every move. This isn't a lesson she's soon to forget.

—-

Caira continues to quickly write down the instructions, just as everyone else seems to be doing. Finishing quickly, she pauses, then simply pays attention to the professor.

—-

Draco settles down to the lesson in the worst of tempers which even sidelong scowls at Ron Weasley can't remove from him.

—-

Mei just settles and stares, reflexively writing when she can.

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