Post by Emery Fletcher on Nov 26, 2010 16:09:08 GMT -5
Well, Emery sure had made a mess of things. How had he been so absent minded to forget that this class was potions which meant that Matt would of course had dropped it as soon as possible? The stoic ravenclaw ignored the teasing as the professor strode in, joking about teaching them how to blow things up. Emery warily watched the ex-auror. If you believed half of the rumors floating about the man then the joke about blowing things up might actually be more fact than fiction.
Emery waited patiently for the class to be over as the crack pot complained about a leaky ceiling. How in the world was an auror to teach them potions? Wasn't he more than qualified to teach Defense against the Dark Arts? This had been one of Emery's favorite classes and he'd been waiting for six years for a very good teacher. He wanted a challenge. This man seemed to be more into relationships rather than learning.
Emery remained silent throughout the lesson, bored with the antics of the other students. The only amusing part of class was when that blond hufflepuff Princess got her whiskey taken away. Sweet justice.
About bloody time. That girl practically got away with murder, always tipsy, she was a danger to society. Spoiled rotten. But Emery didn't tell anyone that. No he kept his rude thoughts to himself and flipped through the text book looking at several complex potions. He hated the first day of class. nothing was ever accomplished, just the routine, welcome to another year of you pretending to learn and the professor pretending to care.
As the lecture wore on Emery's attention was perked by the mention of less lecturing more brewing. But it seemed his hopes were dashed. Next week would be all about procedure. How to cut things correctly, the right measurements. Boring things taught year after year. Never anything knew since the second year. Review sucked.
As soon as the class was dismissed, Emery murmured goodbye to Nuri, the only words he had spoke since they had first walked in.
Emery waited patiently for the class to be over as the crack pot complained about a leaky ceiling. How in the world was an auror to teach them potions? Wasn't he more than qualified to teach Defense against the Dark Arts? This had been one of Emery's favorite classes and he'd been waiting for six years for a very good teacher. He wanted a challenge. This man seemed to be more into relationships rather than learning.
Emery remained silent throughout the lesson, bored with the antics of the other students. The only amusing part of class was when that blond hufflepuff Princess got her whiskey taken away. Sweet justice.
About bloody time. That girl practically got away with murder, always tipsy, she was a danger to society. Spoiled rotten. But Emery didn't tell anyone that. No he kept his rude thoughts to himself and flipped through the text book looking at several complex potions. He hated the first day of class. nothing was ever accomplished, just the routine, welcome to another year of you pretending to learn and the professor pretending to care.
As the lecture wore on Emery's attention was perked by the mention of less lecturing more brewing. But it seemed his hopes were dashed. Next week would be all about procedure. How to cut things correctly, the right measurements. Boring things taught year after year. Never anything knew since the second year. Review sucked.
As soon as the class was dismissed, Emery murmured goodbye to Nuri, the only words he had spoke since they had first walked in.