First day blues (Sythe)
Sept 16, 2013 15:50:57 GMT
Post by professor peyton lovelace on Sept 16, 2013 15:50:57 GMT
The first day was anywhere was always the worst, especially when you were unprepared for it. Even though she spent all night trying to get her things in order it seemed that when she arrived they were not quite ready for her yet. The potions classroom was still being setup as the previous teacher had seen fit to dismantle everything making it take that much longer. With a sigh she tapped her foot against the stone as she removed her wand from her inner robe pocket. Gazing around the room with her piercing ocean blue eyes, Peyton invisioned exactly where each little thing would go right down to where the students would unload their cauldrons and scales. Peyton was the sort that had to know every little detail when it came to her setup, miscalculations were never good in this field as you might very well create poison instead of a sleeping draught.
Removing a cauldron so that she might have a go at brewing her first potion as a professor here, Peyton waved her wand and dimmed the lights in the room. For some reason she was partial to working in a lower light situation as it sort of set the mood for her. Potions was a subtle art that was usually done in privacy so that the resulting potion could not be traced back to you should it be paticularly cruel. Yet she had never brewed such a potion to date, however there was always a first time for everything. Waving her wand once more at a cupboard nearby, many herbs came hovering out of it towards the table she stood next to. Aligning themselves neatly by alphabetical order, the tops of the containers came open preparing themselves for use.
'If only they could see me now.' she thought to herself, letting go a sad sounding sigh as she picked up a glass phial. Inspecting it for a moment, Peyton was entirely oblivious to the sounds of foot steps moving up and down the hall. Her door remained open as she found no real reason to close it for now. This room seemed paticularly undisturbed, most simply wandered on by without so much as a glance or question as to what she was doing. In fact the only person that had even stopped by was the care taker and that was only to ask if the room was up to her standards for brewing.
Turning on the burner beneath her cauldron, Peyton started to dice up some basic ingrediants, crushing them with the flat of her blade. With a careful and calcuated glance at the dust before her she scooped some onto the flat surface of the knife. Raising her knife above the cauldron, Peyton pushed the mixture of herbs she had crushed off the end of her blade, watching as an emerald green smoke rose from the basin. During this entire process she had not even realized that a few people had stopped to watch what she was doing. There was a brief smile as she looked up finally, she needed her scales to measure her next ingrediant. The potion she was making had to be measured just right or else the imbiber would find themselves unable to reach a relaxed state for weeks possibly.
"Feel free to sit in, perhaps ask a few questions." she said to the students who seemed to disperse after that. Of course they did not wish to do actual work on a day they had off from school.
Removing a cauldron so that she might have a go at brewing her first potion as a professor here, Peyton waved her wand and dimmed the lights in the room. For some reason she was partial to working in a lower light situation as it sort of set the mood for her. Potions was a subtle art that was usually done in privacy so that the resulting potion could not be traced back to you should it be paticularly cruel. Yet she had never brewed such a potion to date, however there was always a first time for everything. Waving her wand once more at a cupboard nearby, many herbs came hovering out of it towards the table she stood next to. Aligning themselves neatly by alphabetical order, the tops of the containers came open preparing themselves for use.
'If only they could see me now.' she thought to herself, letting go a sad sounding sigh as she picked up a glass phial. Inspecting it for a moment, Peyton was entirely oblivious to the sounds of foot steps moving up and down the hall. Her door remained open as she found no real reason to close it for now. This room seemed paticularly undisturbed, most simply wandered on by without so much as a glance or question as to what she was doing. In fact the only person that had even stopped by was the care taker and that was only to ask if the room was up to her standards for brewing.
Turning on the burner beneath her cauldron, Peyton started to dice up some basic ingrediants, crushing them with the flat of her blade. With a careful and calcuated glance at the dust before her she scooped some onto the flat surface of the knife. Raising her knife above the cauldron, Peyton pushed the mixture of herbs she had crushed off the end of her blade, watching as an emerald green smoke rose from the basin. During this entire process she had not even realized that a few people had stopped to watch what she was doing. There was a brief smile as she looked up finally, she needed her scales to measure her next ingrediant. The potion she was making had to be measured just right or else the imbiber would find themselves unable to reach a relaxed state for weeks possibly.
"Feel free to sit in, perhaps ask a few questions." she said to the students who seemed to disperse after that. Of course they did not wish to do actual work on a day they had off from school.