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 Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:17 am
The was classroom rather large, with about two dozen tables in rows. The desks were two person desks, so it held a lot of people, not comfortably, but it held them. Glossy windows shone light into the room, illuminating the area a white glow. In the front of the classroom was sort of podium, probably where Borgise stood during class. Behind the podium was a large closet which was engraved in the shape of a giant squid. It, like Borgise's 'desk' was always locked. It wasn't locked with a lock, but with magic.
The floor was made of stone pollished by magic, so it was shiny and slippery. It reflected the light from the window, making the room even brighter than it already was. Feet in front of the podium was what looked like a huge cauldron, 5' in diameter. It was empty, but was usually used for lessons in some way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:44 am
Professor Borgise waked into his classrom, smiling. It was empty as he hoped. He stepped up towards the podium, snagging a sort of old parchment with what looked like directions to a potion. He grinned smugly, whipping around to stare at the giant squid wardrobe. He brandihed his wand once again, this time tapping it on the door.
"Ansarador."
The sound of clinking chains could be heard, the door was unlocking. After a couple of seconds, the sounds stopped, and he gripped the handle of the door. He flung it open with ease, walking into it now. Instead of immediately meeting the opposite wall of the closet, there was a long staircase leading down from where he stood. The magic closet was no more than an entrance to a secret chamber. He turned around, locking the door with another spell he had created and mastered.
"Maracansa."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 12:51 pm
He got to the bottom of the long, dark, and damp stairs to find a cramped room filled with canisters and hundreds of colored bottles, each a different shape and size. In the center of the round room was a large silver cauldron. He grinned smugly, flipping open Moste Potente Potions and glancing through the pages. He was using potions to punish students, little did other teachers know.
He was glad this room was secret and undetectable. His own lockingand unlocking charms were on the door, preventing anyone else from entering. Everyone thought it was just a storage cupboard. Well, it was. In a way.
He was having trouble finding a good potion to use for his next wrongdoer. He might have to ask the Potions professor for help. He could probably keep a secret about the hidden room where dark magic and poisons were invented.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 12:58 pm
He set down the book, staring into the mirror like water in the huge cauldron. He grinned once more, walking back up the staircase towards the wooden doors. He touched the door with his wand, muttering the word "Ansarador" again. It flew open, he stepped out over the threshold.
He tapped it again, muttering the sealing charm. He was off to find Professor Monaghan.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 3:59 pm
Chad walked into the Charms classroom, noticing the large squid-shaped closet. "Uh... yes, of course," he replied, a little intimidated. The man's demeanour puzzled him. The intensity of the threat he gave suggested that something rather profound was contained within the closet. Chad swallowed hard as the giant squid before him, shrouded in mystery, took on a menacing image.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 4:33 pm
Professor Borgise nodded, brandishing his wand another time. "You see, this closet is locked with a charm only I know, for I am the creator. Simply tap the door and say 'Ansarador'." he instructed, beaming at him. "When you want to lock something with this charm, touch the door again and say 'Maracansa'. Is that too difficult?" he jeered in a sarcastic way, smiling broadly. "This charm can be used on any drawer, door, cupboard, or anything like that. Try it out." he stared at him.
"Open the door."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 4:50 pm
Chad nervously retrieved his wand from his inner robes. Limply holding it, as he had no real grasp of the spell, he tapped the door and spoke the incantation. Nothing happened. "I'm sorry, I never really excelled in Charms. Ansarador," he said again, now clutching his wand more tightly. Upon his second attempt, the door opened slowly, but surely. "May I ask what's inside?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 4:55 pm
"It is the entrance to my potions and magic chamber. You, my good friend, are going to make me a perfect punishment potion for students." he grinned, pulling him down the steps down into the depths of the room. He couldn't wait to see what he could come with.
"You see, this room is forbidden for teachers to have, for it is unorthidox to curse, hex, charm, jinx, or poison students. I think differently. You will help me think of the perfect potion for my students." he smiled widely, hoping he was do the same at his evil plan.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 5:03 pm
"Professor, are you sure that is appropriate? Would Professor McGonagall approve of this?" Chad asked, shocked at Borgise's sinister suggestion. The man seemed more like a Slytherin, than a Hufflepuff. "And... what, may I ask, do you consider a 'perfect punishment'?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:36 pm
"Like I said before, one word to any teacher or student and you might not live to see the next day. For your other question, the perfect punishment potion would be something forceful, such as an swelling solution, or a potion that turns all of their joints to rubber so they can't walk. Sothing along those lines." he sneered, signaling to the jars of every ingredient you could ever want. "Like I said, work." he added sinistering, flicking his wand to make the water in the cauldron boil.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 6:43 am
"Uh..." Chad blinked, not knowing if Borgise was serious. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but... on the other hand, I'm not sure I can help you either. The punishments you've described sound extremely cruel. With all due respect, I'm not sure parents'd appreciate you swelling their children." He looked at Borgise's face, trying to match the man's confidence with his own. Borgise seemed rather adamant about Chad helping him and it was this that worried him. What ever happened to giving students detentions?
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 7:47 am
"Ah, but If I let you go you'll tell someone. I'll tell you what. I won't hex you and leave you here if you don't tell anyone. Deal?" he tried to cut a bargain. If he said no though, he had his hand around his wand, ready to cast a hex that would stick the his tongue to the roof of his mouth so even if he wanted to tell someone, he couldn't.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 8:30 am
Chad considered what Borgise had said for a moment. "Alright," he said hesitantly. The fact that he would essentially be an acessory to Borgise's practices, even without direct involvement, made Chad apprehensive. "It seems you have an extensive inventory of ingredients here." He examined a jar, containing a viscous liquid. "Impressive. Why do you choose to punish students with potions, anyway? I mean, I'm sure you could strongly hex them, Charms being your expertise and all..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:11 am
"I do both." he replied calmly. "Yeah, I hex them as a warning, and if they do it again I use potions in their pumpkin juice at the meals." He grinned happily, turning to Monaghan. "Make me something dreadful, but not dreadful enough to make them sick in the Hopsital Wing for a month."
He examined the ingredients, pulling out a couple things which included Ginger Roots, Jobberknoll Feathers, Bubotuber Pus, and Armadillo Bile. He dumped them all into the cauldron, making the water turn a shade of olive green. He made a disgusted look, giving it 14 stirs clockwise. It turned a bright scarlet and he dipped an empty bottle into it, filling it to the brim.
"This, as no one else will teach you, is a potion that will cause the drinkers muscles to buckles up, making them unable to move. It wares off after 12 hours." he said smugly, holding up the bottle. "Make me something that's not too bad, like this sort of thing."
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 10:54 am
"Well..." Chad pondered for a minute. He reached down into his pocket. "I think I have something that's a little less cruel, but just as punishing," he said, withdrawing a small glass vile. "Veritaserum. Simple, but effective. You can slip them a bit to have them admit a terrible secret to their classmates. Kids their age all have skeletons in their closets. What do you say?"
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