Post by Professor Bryane on Nov 9, 2010 22:45:26 GMT -5
First impressions were important, but not so much to Arielle. There wasn't anyone to impress in her mind - she just liked things neat. The cupboards had been latched up, and for this lesson they would stay that way. Cauldrons, empty and without a fire beneath them, were scattered (orderly) throughout the room - to the right of every desk. The board had been cleaned for the most part, save a few spots here and there. It would be interesting to see which students would spazz out when they saw it. There was always at least one kid who noticed the spots on the board. There were two chairs at ever desk, and little metal tins full of different ingredients.
Leaves, some sort of funny feathers. In front of the chairs on the left were one set of ingredients, on the right another set. They had, pretty much, everything they needed. In a ruffled pile, crumpled in a comfortable chair, was the professor herself. Her dark hair was likely a mess, but she had the exhausted expression of one who was rather comfortable with her life. Humming under her breath, Arielle Bryane used her wand to sweep a mess of papers into a neat, orderly stack. The quills straightened themselves, and anyone paying attention would have noticed they were in order by color.
Not to say Arielle was the least bit obsessive. Of course not. There was just a place for everything, and Arielle liked it in that place.
Almost lazily, she drew on the air with her wand, and the letters appeared on the board in slightly slanted, legible writing. Sure, it might not look like the writing of a regular teacher, who seemed to have ridiculously loopy letters in their alphabet, but it would do.
Please choose a seat, two at a desk. Do not touch anything until you've been told.
Naturally, she would explain the lesson once she had someone to explain it to, and not a moment sooner. Satisfied, Arielle, still humming under her breath, pointed a spell at the wand. The latch clicked, and the door had slid open. A trickle of cold air from the hall leaked in, and she frowned. She had lit a few small fires in niches in the walls, but otherwise, the room did have a slight chill to it. Arielle rarely noticed such things.
The new potions professor crossed her arms and rested her chin on them. She hoped her age wouldn't turn out to cause problems. Kids could get sassy when they noted how young she was.
Oh well. She'd see soon enough. Dark eyes glimmered in anticipation. This should be .. interesting. They had no idea what was about to hit them.
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Leaves, some sort of funny feathers. In front of the chairs on the left were one set of ingredients, on the right another set. They had, pretty much, everything they needed. In a ruffled pile, crumpled in a comfortable chair, was the professor herself. Her dark hair was likely a mess, but she had the exhausted expression of one who was rather comfortable with her life. Humming under her breath, Arielle Bryane used her wand to sweep a mess of papers into a neat, orderly stack. The quills straightened themselves, and anyone paying attention would have noticed they were in order by color.
Not to say Arielle was the least bit obsessive. Of course not. There was just a place for everything, and Arielle liked it in that place.
Almost lazily, she drew on the air with her wand, and the letters appeared on the board in slightly slanted, legible writing. Sure, it might not look like the writing of a regular teacher, who seemed to have ridiculously loopy letters in their alphabet, but it would do.
Please choose a seat, two at a desk. Do not touch anything until you've been told.
Naturally, she would explain the lesson once she had someone to explain it to, and not a moment sooner. Satisfied, Arielle, still humming under her breath, pointed a spell at the wand. The latch clicked, and the door had slid open. A trickle of cold air from the hall leaked in, and she frowned. She had lit a few small fires in niches in the walls, but otherwise, the room did have a slight chill to it. Arielle rarely noticed such things.
The new potions professor crossed her arms and rested her chin on them. She hoped her age wouldn't turn out to cause problems. Kids could get sassy when they noted how young she was.
Oh well. She'd see soon enough. Dark eyes glimmered in anticipation. This should be .. interesting. They had no idea what was about to hit them.
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