Lesson 1 - Basic Level

Aurora smiled slightly. She was still depressed but she was glad that the head master actually knew that she had some smarts. She looked around for a bit. There was nothing much to do for a while but she was going to listen and wait until it was time. She looked at the teacher and Waited looking interested to hear whatever he has to say at any moment.

Sam watched the Slytherin girl walked out, his mouth hanging open just a little in shock. What a bastard of a man, and it seemed as though his sole purpose was to be a pain in the... rear. Either way, his treatment of that girl was just outright harsh and un-called for.

"Sir, begging your pardon, but is it not you job to be constructive, and actually teach us something? So far all i've gained from this so called "Lesson" is that you're a bully, that you like to pick on people and disrupt the lesson to fufill your own need to be mean, and that you've incapable of actually teaching, so you just waste away time picking on people," he Sam said, instantly knowing that he'd pushed the boundary too far this time, making an enemy of a professor was one thing, but making an enemy of the Headmaster? Oh this could mean bad, bad things for him. Not knowing what was coming, he hoped his fellow students would back him up, should it be necessary.

''And what would you like me to do? Produce magical pink monkeys that whistle Colonel Bogey March while dancing csárdás?'', he asked. ''For those of you who pick up cosmic waves from Uranus... this still is our first, introductory class and you aren't going to do any work.'', he replied. ''Now, Rugby Boy, tell me... three potions that are extremely hard to make... but if you get even one wrong, you'll get reprimanded... and yes, you do have to write at least five paragraphs about some random potion until Sunday'', he said. He got out quite well this time.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Of course i don't expect such things sir, but you just seem to have been being a little... harsh, on the others, if you get my meaning," he said, frowning at both himself and the teacher. "3 Difficult potions? Well, there's the draught of living death, complex because of the incredibly diverse range of side-effects, as well as the difficulties faced in making it in the first place." He said, pausing to think again, "There's also the potion Felix Felicis, intended for incredible luck, and Veritaserum, a strong truth potion," he told him, knowing he'd achieved what was asked of him

''And you just don't seem like the legal representative of any of them, which makes you... an idiot! Now, shut up and bravo for the correct answer. Yes, those are thee advanced potions.. Also, if anyone would like to magical pink monkeys that whistle Colonel Bogey March while dancing csárdás, I'd be grateful enough to give them some 50 points. But, for now, class dismissed and we shall see you on our next class when we shall do some work!'', he said, limping out of the classroom.

Sam chuckled and shrugged, he did have a point, and it was a bit of a stupid thing to argue about, the Headmaster, while being a giant pain in the rear, was still the headmaster, and his teacher.

"For real?" he asked, before chuckling and picking his stuff up, walking out of the classroom and rushing up the steps, eager for the freedom that awaited.