Meeting of the minds (open)

[phaedrianlennox]

Phaedrian Watts

Today was a blah kind of day for Phae. He couldn't stop thinking about the things he lost recently. His heart hurt and his chest felt tight every time he took a breath. He knew it was in fact because it was another he would have to take knowing that his family wasn't dwelling among the living. Not to mention that his aunt told him that he was Veela before he came to Hogwarts and now it seemed like he would find his mate before his nineteenth birthday and without said mate he would go into what was commonly referred to in the Veela Accords of 1612 as Désespoir; which in the French language meant desperation. This is where the emotional burden on an unmated Veela Submissive became too much and drives them insane until they kill themselves. Shaking those thoughts out of his head as he brushed his hair; which he had let grow out, into tamed yet wickedly awesome mop of curls. He gave himself a once over and decided he was perfect and as he grabbed his bookbag he smiled; which added a dimple in his left cheek, He then made his way out of the dorm to the common area to the portrait's exit. As he made it way down to the dugeon area where his first class was being held a smile graced his face thinking how potions class allowed him to escape from all the happenings in his life. When Phadrian was brewing a potion he became one with that potion. He mentally checked his defenses and slipped on his mask of indifference before setting foot in class. He noticed that quite a few of his class mates were already there and waiting. He saw the Professor and chuckled, because this man was like a bigger version of little Teddy Lupin, but defintely more slytherin-like. Quickly Phaedrian put his mask back on and walked over to young slytherin girl who was seated near the front of the class. He neatly & efficiently got out his book and placed it in the upper left hand side of the desk that was closest to him. He turned to acknowledge the young lady with a half smirk and a little light reaching his eyes. He nodded at her and instantly regretted it, because his blonde curls were becoming a nuisance and he had to brush them out of his eyesight. With the pleasantries out of the way he turned his head to pay attention to the forthcoming lesson

[DONNA]

Elita sat with her feet propped up on the desk, leaning back in her
chair, filing her nails. They were fine as they were, but there was
nothing else to do, seeing as she had done her homework the
night before. Figures, Emily had rubbed off on her. She was
actually doing her work before class started. Speaking of Emily,
where was she? It wasn't like her to be late! Not that Professor
Imp would mind at all. The best student in the class wouldn't get
in trouble for running a bit late. She was probably saving a kitten
from a tree, or helping another professor, or something like that.
She was about to get up and go looking for her when somebody
appeared at the door, coming and taking a seat next to her.

She looked him over easily, and when he turned and gave her a
smirk, she gave a cunning smile back. She was going to bitch him
out for taking Emily's seat, but she decided better of it. A little bit
of eye-candy never hurt anybody, her older brothers had said.
And coming from her, there was nothing wrong with this boy
sitting next to her. At least, for the moment. She looked at him
again and noticed the Ravenclaw seal. Damn, all the good ones
just have to be off limits, she thought, rolling her eyes. He sat up,
organizing his desk to perfection, and then waited for the teacher
to start the lesson. She decided she was going to make this hard
for him. It wasn't everyday you got this opportunity.

"I'm Elita," she introduced, giving a bright smile. She held out a hand
formally, a somewhat flirty look on her face. It had been while
since she had somebody to flirt with. She looked him over again,
hoping she'd be able to get some sort of reaction from him.
Ravenclaw boys. Couldn't live with them, could you?

[phaedrianlennox]

Phaedrian Watts

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Phaedrian was so wrapped up in his own world that he didn't notice the girl beside him. Well he saw her but he just register in his brain that someone was sitting next to him. When she spoke to him he looked over and gave her a once over and was not really surprised when he saw the Slytherin Emblem on her robe. Phaedrian smiled at her indulgently. He couldn't believe that this girl was trying to flirt with him. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that this girl was a little bit more jaded, cunning, and manipulative. He decided that she would be a great ally. He wondered if he should tell her that he was in fact gay, and on top of that he was a submissive Veela to be. Phaedrian took her hand and with a glint of mirth in his eyes he brought it up to his lips and kissed it and after that he mirrored her smile and formally introduced himself. Hi, I am Phaedrian Lennox-Fairweather Watts. Lord of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Watts and Trewlaney. I am pleased to meet you and that last tidbit was given to be by default since I am the only male in my family. I am sorry I must be talking a mile a minute, so are you excited about class today?'' As Phae asked this question his smile got larger. He was truly a Ravenclaw at heart. He loved learning something new. He kind of mind drifted as he remembered the times when he and his parents would stay up during his early childhood and read all type of books. is smile quickly dampened. He couldn't believe they were really gone. He knew it had been five years since he saw them get murdered but to his heart it felt like yesterday. He needed a distraction so he shook his head and realized he was still holding Elita's hand and quickly apologized. I am sorry love. I zoned out for a minute there. So what is your favorite subject?'' Phaedrian decided he would get to know her first before telling her of his sexuality.

[DONNA]

Elita gave a charming smile as he kissed her hand, introducing himself
formally. His talking speed gradually increased as he got towards the
end of his sentence, but slowed down as he apologized for talking so
fast. She shook her head. "Not at all, my friend," she said easily,
noticing that he was still holding his hand. He seemed to space out a
bit, before coming back to reality and asking her what her favorite
subject was. She briefly considered the question, before turning back to
him with a curious look.

"Well, Phae," she said easily. She looked him over again. A smile
flickered on her lips. She put her file away, pulling out her own book.
"I'd have to say Potions would be my favorite class," she replied,
opening the book to where she knew the lesson would be, not looking
up at him as she spoke. She had a feeling about him, Elita did. She
couldn't place her finger on it, but something was different about this kid.

[phaedrianlennox]

Phaedrian Watts

Phaedrian smiled indulgently at her. He raised an eyebrow and his smiled widened when he heard Elita say she loved potions. He shook his head and stared at her for a little while. She reminded him so much of his Aunt Celena. She was strong, cunning and from what he could not easily bashful. He cleared throat. ''Ah Potions. Good choice. I happen to be partial to Potions myself, but then again I am a Ravenclaw so I don't think there is a class I won't like. So, slytherin huh? Is that where you pictured yourself being sorted? Please son't tell me you a ''Blood Purist''. Phaedrian looked at her apprasingly she he hoped he could make her a very closed friend, because from what his Aunt said in concern to his Veela Heritage he was going to need someone ground his magic until he found his mate. Phaedrian's mind went to the thought of both of his parents. He wondered what life would be like if they were still about in the land of the living. He knew from what he could remember that his mother and father loved all living, breathing life. He was always raised to be mindful of all living organisms. He hoped to meet other people like that. He hated to see others getting hurt or bullied. Suddenly he got an idea. ''Hey I got an idea. lets review some of the things we will learn, beforer the Professor comes. I heard she was kind of batty, but then again. I have Sybil Trelawney as an Great-Aunt on my mother's side, so yeah.'' He chuckled at his joked he hoped he didn't make too much of a dork out of himself.

[DONNA]

Elita gave a laugh as he said that he was Ravenclaw, so there
really wasn't a class that he didn't like. That was true, for the
most part. She might have been sorted in Ravenclaw, she was
actually quite smart if you gave her the chance to be, but her
cunning nature and reckless attitude left her with Slytherin, to
the pride and joy of her family, and after a few days here in
Hogwarts, herself. There was nothing like being a good ol'
Slytherin. That was where the real people were. Not the fakes.


But something about this boy made her think he wasn't the same.
Not all cool people were in Slytherin after all. He asked if she was
a blood purist, which made her laugh again. "No sir, I do believe I
have several muggle-born friends," she commented, smiling. "My
family raised me better, but," she gave a charming smirk. "Once a
rebel, always a rebel," she finished, beaming brightly.

He seemed to space out then, before suddenly coming back to
himself saying that they should review their notes before the
Professor came because she was batty. This made her laugh
almost hysterically, getting a few odd stares from those who
hadn't heard him, and a few snickers from some of the Slytherins
around them. She shook her head. "Phae, please. Refrain yourself
from calling Professor Imp a girl. He's very talented in what he
does," she said, her voice serious. "He'd made you eat Wolfs-
bane if he heard you say that!"

[imperio]

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Professor Imp was doing a mighty good job today at keeping in a good mood. But those bloody Seventh Years couldn't even make a simple Babbling-Beverage. It was so sad when his students couldn't even make one of the simplest potions they had learned in their third year. Professor scowled at a student who had passed him in the halls.
"Get to class," he said to the girl, as she ran away from the look on his face.
Quickly Professor Imperio put a mask on and became the bright and cheery person every student learned to like and live with. He may be tough on grading but he had a big heart for those people who always participated to their maximum in his class. If you participated, you get higher and more honor. Professor Imperio was also head of Slytherin, but that didn't mean anything. His student were graded on how they participated, if they were on time, and how well the potion was brewed. Not based on house.
House meant nothing to Professor. House was just measly a way of just causing a fight somehow. Professor Imperio didn't like fights, he wanted to keep them to a minimum. That is also why he never really gives out points in class, but he does take then away a lot. If you miss-behave then you would lose points, never to be gained back by him again.
He was a strict teacher, but he had many soft spots. thats just the way he was.
Professor Imperio, sometimes called Imp by the students who were closest to him, walked into his class room with a broad smile on his face.
"Well hello everyone! How was your day so far, i mean waking gup and all since this IS the first class of the day. I mean . . . it is right?" Professor Imperio gave a heart-full laugh at his own comment.
"Now let us begin today's lesson on the Cure For Boils potion. On the board is a list of steps you must follow. Please open your text books to page 210 and read throughoutly eveything you need to know before you begin." Professor said as he waved his wand and words formed on the board.


Add 6 Snake Fangs to the mortar.
Crush into a fine powder using the pestle.
Add 4 measures of the crushed fangs to your cauldron.
Heat the mixture to 250 for 10 seconds.
Wave your wand.
Leave to brew and return in 45 minutes.
Add 4 horned slugs to your cauldron.
Take the cauldron off the fire before adding the next ingredient.
Add 2 Porcupine Quills to your cauldron.
Stir 5 times, clockwise.
Wave your wand to complete the potion.

Next, Professor, walked over to Elita and smiled kindly at her.
"Hello Elita, how are you today? May you please introduce me to your friend and give me an explanation as to why Emily is not here?" Professor Imperio said to one of his most favorite students. He lost his cool for a second and quickly regained it.

[phaedrianlennox]

Phaedrian Watts

Phaedrian was a blushing mess when Elita corrected him on the sex of their Potions Professor. He smirked at her and started to flip through his potions book. He wondered what potion they would be brewing on their first class. It seemed like he wouldn't have to wait long because the Professor walked in with a big smile on his face. Phae was instantly confused, because he remembered all of the stories about potions professors being these evil vampires who waiting on innocent first to torment as the man was talking Phae spaced out. He started thinking about the stories He had heard about pertaining to the Third Wizarding War with Voldemort. He remebered his Aunt telling him that the war gave people and different out look on the way life should go and how certain people should act. He thought about how in a few years time he would be force to give up his Pureblood status and trade it for a almost pure creature status. Sure Veela were very beautiful and desired amongst pureblood families, but in all honesty he couldn't see what was so great. Sure Veela got a power boost along with their inheritance, but he was not looking forward to the pain of the inheritance on the fact that he was going to linked with a soulmate. Someone who probably wouldn't give to rat tails about his well-being. Not to mention the whole Allure thing. He shuddered at the thought of all the men the vicinity chasing after him like he was some dog. He was smapped out of his musing as the Professor waved his wand and the assignment appeared on the blackboard. He smiled widely as he read the potion. He was already familiar with it seeing that he read about it as soon as he got his standard book. He was about to get the ingredients for the potion, but the professor stopped at their table and made small talk with Elita. He asked her to introduce Phaedrian. All the while Phae smiled and raised his eyebrow at Elita. ''Yes Elita introduce me to the kind Professor.''

[DONNA]

Elita smiled brightly as Professor Imp entered the room, talking in
an almost too-good-to-be-true peppy voice. He started teaching
his lesson, telling them about the potion they were to be making,
putting instructions on the board as well as instructing them to a
page in their books. Elita flipped her book to the correct page and
was readying herself to start her potion when she heard the
footsteps of somebody larger than her approach the table. She
looked up to see the Professor at the edge of her table, smiling.
He greeted her and she assented with a nod. Her face flickered a
bit to confusion when she saw something flash across his face,
but she pushed it away. Must have just been the lights, or lack
thereof. They made everybody look a little bit funny.

Elita motioned to Phae, after he so "charmingly" agreed about
being introduced, and gave a half-grin. "This is Phaedrian Some-
thing-or-Other Name Watts," she introduced, smiling cockily. "And
this is Professor Imperio," Elita continued, her smile changing to
that of a smirk. "Yes, like the curse. We call him Imp for short,"
she continued easily, leaning back slightly in her chair. Now, all
she had to do was tackle the Emily question. Where was she after
all? It wasn't like her to be late. Something that would be con-
vincing, but not entirely a lie. Think, Eli, think!

"Emily, I would presume, is in the library. She does love looking up
Potions and spells and whatnot, so she probably lost track of
time," she said easily. This was not a lie. Emily did love her books,
and since she was not here, it was a valid conclusion to draw.
"I'm sure she'll be here shortly. For all we know, she's getting rid
of an ogre down the hall right now," Elita continued, giving a
smile. She was one of Imp's favorites for reasons unknown to her.
Whether it be her attitude, her siblings, or something else enti-
rely, she could not say. She would have to ask him someday.