Post by Arthur Wyndham on Aug 7, 2009 20:40:22 GMT -5
Wyndham was dismayed to find himself, yet again, in the dreary dungeons of Firefox University. It seemed so long since he had been out of this hole! He wanted to go outside, walk in the sunshine, or at least explore the rest of the castle. Aside from going to the Great Hall for meals, the only other place he had been was the Headmaster’s Office. The only reason he was here in the first place was because of a poster promising large greenhouses, shining lakes, and an expansive castle, none of which he had seen.
It was getting to the point where he even doubted that anything existed outside of these cold stone walls. He wondered if his usual spot at Joker’s could even be called ‘usual’ anymore. Wyndham missed the life of delightful spontaneity which he had replaced with a life of seemingly endless responsibility. It had taken him an unusually long time to move in and make the place inhabitable for living. And it was only then he had realized that he hadn’t made any potions, except for love potions of course, since his own time in school.
At the moment, he was working his way through an advanced potions book, just so that he could stay one lesson ahead of his sixth-year students. After all, he didn’t want credibility taken away from him so early after his arrival, and he really couldn’t do with another firing. So here he was in a spare dungeon hunched over a cauldron trying to make a Draught of Living Death. It never occurred to him that the entire situation could look suspicious. Here he was alone in a little-used spare dungeon creating one of the most powerful potions known to wizards.
Wyndham cursed at his potion, which simply refused to turn clear. He had already added the powdered root of asphodel and the infusion of wormwood. He had even used a flat dagger to crush the sopophorous bean, but the damn potion was still lilac. With some loud cursing, he continued to stir the potion counter-clockwise hoping that it would soon look like water.
OOC: First post to Rez
It was getting to the point where he even doubted that anything existed outside of these cold stone walls. He wondered if his usual spot at Joker’s could even be called ‘usual’ anymore. Wyndham missed the life of delightful spontaneity which he had replaced with a life of seemingly endless responsibility. It had taken him an unusually long time to move in and make the place inhabitable for living. And it was only then he had realized that he hadn’t made any potions, except for love potions of course, since his own time in school.
At the moment, he was working his way through an advanced potions book, just so that he could stay one lesson ahead of his sixth-year students. After all, he didn’t want credibility taken away from him so early after his arrival, and he really couldn’t do with another firing. So here he was in a spare dungeon hunched over a cauldron trying to make a Draught of Living Death. It never occurred to him that the entire situation could look suspicious. Here he was alone in a little-used spare dungeon creating one of the most powerful potions known to wizards.
Wyndham cursed at his potion, which simply refused to turn clear. He had already added the powdered root of asphodel and the infusion of wormwood. He had even used a flat dagger to crush the sopophorous bean, but the damn potion was still lilac. With some loud cursing, he continued to stir the potion counter-clockwise hoping that it would soon look like water.
OOC: First post to Rez