*POTIONS Classroom

[Headmaster]

The room in which students taking Potions will come when there is a class discussion. Homework Lessons will not be posted here and Homework submissions should not be posted here. Students can practice and study in this room when the professor is not teaching.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron was yawning throughout the time when Professor Snape was talking about Wit-Sharpening Potion. He was falling asleep fast. Harry tried to warn him off by kicking his leg for a few. But it was too late. Professor Snape had already came to Ron and knocked his head with a book. "If I see you sleeping in my class,Weasley,that'll be detention for the whole week with me." Professor Snape told him. Ron's eyes went wide as he watched Professor Snape walked back to the front and continued talking. He wouldn't want a week's detention with Snape. He rather drop dead than do so. Ron tried all his might to keep awake for the next hour.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo looked around making sure the room was empty. Walking quickly and with a purpose he went to potions cupboard which was still, thankfully, open. Pulling out a bag he grabbed the two ingredients he need and turned back around making sure everything was as it should be. He left the potions classroom having found what he needed.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo walked in to the potions classroom with ingredients and cauldron in hand. He laid out all of his supplies and set everything up in his very specific way before he got started.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo has spent the day making basic potions that when the right ingredients were added could turn into something much more sinister. But for now these potions would remain as the base and kept until he was ready for them. With a flick of his wand things began to clean themselves. If he wanted to use the potions classroom he knew to keep in spotless for Professor Snape when he left. Packing everything up he left.

[starsburnforit]

The dungeons were particularly hot as Professor Snape glided in. Looking at the empty desks, he walked to the storage cabinet at the back of the room, fastidiously checking to see if any of the supply jars needed refilling. None did.

Pleased with that, he continued his nightly wanderings about the castle grounds, a rare, contented smirk on his face.

[Professor Snape]

Professor Snape returned to the gloomily lit potions classroom. He breathed in the familiar scent of cold stone and ghosts of fumes whose sources had long been discarded. He sat down at his desk and felt the frigid mahogany that comprised it. He'd never forget why he loved the cold dark dungeons.

He pulled a book from his private collection and began to read about the magical properties involved with the mass ratios of healing potion ingredients.