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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 7:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 7:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 9:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:35 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 3:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 3:24 pm
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Shelia saw the smoke coming out of the potions classroom and wondered briefly if she should get another teacher. But, then again, she was already late and didn't need to get into trouble. Instead, she drew her wand and went over how to do the water spell in her mind. Inside, the smoke was coming from one particular cauldron, where a boy was busily tipping potion ingredients in. Shelia jumped forward and grabbed his hand as he was about to tip something out of a vial. "Don't! You already have essence of yew wood in there! If you add liquid unicorn hoof, you'll flash-flood the dungeons!" She added in a lower tone, "Though you should keep those ingredients and the results in mind. You never know just when you might come across the password to the Slytherin common room. Another thing: once they're mixed together, you have five seconds to get out of the way. Keep that in mind when playing pranks!" She moved off and set up her own potions station, ingredients laid out neatly. She grinned. She knew the Slytherin common room password for the next two weeks. Her only problem was that she didn't know the location of the common room, other than it being in the dungeons.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 3:17 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 11:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 4:00 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 2:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 2:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 3:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 4:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 5:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 7:56 pm
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James Aspenwood, known to few and feared by many, sat in the back of the class, trying not to laugh. After seven years of potions, she was quite experienced with this kind of thing. Fourth year's got style... She thought, amused. The teacher now, oh my. This one seemed strict enough for her taste, but she had totally botched the whole kaboodle. Hm. James of course, would be dissapointed if the fourth year didn't get flunked on the spot, but perhaps that was too much to hope for. This Sheila person though....James dismissed her quickly. Not too much of a problem by half. Might be fun to get her under my wing, though....
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