Alchemy NEWT Class 2

Headmaster Vincent Majere was sitting at his desk, waiting for the students. He was doing some ministry work for the meantime, working at the Wizengamot and being headmaster was definately testing, and he nearly always had work to do. He looked at the clock. Still 5 minutes until class started.

Mariana for the first time did things on time and not at the last moment.She was always late for classes or at least majority of times,but needed to repair bad impression from the last class.She climbed up to the seventh floor from her dormatory in the dungeons hardly breathing.But anyway you could see she wasn't quite alright only looking at her pale face. "Morning Professor.." she said as she coughed a bit. Guess i caught a cold.. she thought for herself though it wasn't a cold at all.

Amelia felt exceptionally awake this morning considering how little sleep she had gotten last night. What she had thought would be a simple excursion to the study room to practice her violin – in the dead of night, no less – had turned into a long and intriguing conversation with a Slytherin boy she had known nothing about a mere six hours ago.

As she had expected, Landon was the subject of her thoughts even after she returned to her dormitory. He was a puzzle she couldn’t quite figure out; he was intriguing, but guarded, like she was. He might have thought himself swift-footed in getting out of the way of her questions, but as someone with plenty of practice dodging questions, Amelia knew when information was being withheld. He had clearly woken some dormant part of her – probably the part that remembered she was a feeling human being. Obviously that part didn’t get much exercise – a part that kept her mind whirring and her eyes open for the duration of the night.

Not having slept a wink, Amelia should have been tired, but she had gotten her second wind after taking a shower this morning and thus she strode into the Alchemy classroom without the weight of a long night on her shoulders. She knew she would probably crash later that afternoon, but for now she barely felt the lack of sleep. Taking a seat near the middle of the classroom, Amelia set her bag down next to her and pulled out the crossword from The Quibbler, the only thing Amelia ever read from that rag of twaddle. Pulling out a quill and ink well, Amelia went about filling in a few more of the answers as she waited for class to begin.

Dora walked into her Alchemy class, her nose buried in a book about Dragons. She’d recently developed an interest in the overgrown reptiles and she wondered if she could speak with them like she could with nearly every other animal. So she had searched the library and her trunk full of books for anything that told her she could. She didn’t see why no but they had weird rules on things like that didn’t they? Like you could speak to every animal but a snake because you weren’t a Parselmouth or something. In her opinion it defeated the object of even talking to animals. She walked to the front of the class and grinned at the Headmaster who didn’t seem to be in a particularly good mood. Dora hoped she could perhaps cheer him up a bit so she took a seat at the very front of the classroom. She put her bag under the desk and her book down on the table before sitting down. She looked at her Headmaster and smiled once more. “Sir, what is your favourite type of dragon?” she asked in interest. She figured one of the more powerful ones like the Chinese Fireball or the Hungarian Horntail.

Daisy walked into her Alchemy lesson. She wasn't particularly awake that day, she was on her auto-pilot mode, walking into the room and sitting down at a random desk. She didn't pay attention to where she sat down. As Daisy sat there, she gazed up to the top-left corner of the room. As she sat there, her thoughts drifted to memories of the past few weeks. It had been a hard time for her, she had mainly shut herself away from the world and didn't speak to anyone. She still wasn't speaking to anyone, really. Simply being.

Shaking her head, she tried to focus on the lesson. Daisy noticed it hadn't officially started yet, so ended up in her own little world again. She knew she would get told off by the Professor, but she didn't seem to care that much. She didn't seem to care at all, in fact.