Lesson Three - 4th Years

Hristo entered the potions classroom and looked around, he was pleased to see all the caldrons were already placed onto the benches, Hristo then casually walked to the front of the room and dropped his bag on the floor. He then grabed a piece of chalk sitting on the edge of his desk and wrote " Beautification Potion" on the board

Hristo then walked around to the front of his desk and leaned against it, he folded his arms and stared at the door as he waited for his 4th years to arrive

Walking down to the dungeons, Ren pulled his cloak tighter about him, thankful that the uniforms came with some extra warmth. Doubtless if he was at Hogwarts he'd have to have had added warming charms to his clothing. Seeing he was the first one in the classroom, the teen gave a brief nod of greeting at his professor before sitting down. Looking up at what was written on the board he let out a long suffering sigh. Not something he really wanted to learn about but perhaps he could use this to tease Ciar sometime. Even though she wasn't your typical girl, she was after all still a fifteen year old girl.

Sheba hurried down the stairs towards the dungeons. She didn't want to be late to class, and knowing her luck, that's exactly what would happen. The temperature dropped and she gave a small shudder. The temperature at the school was nothing like the warmth of the Egyptian deserts. It always shocked her a little when she came back after the summer. She slipped silently into the classroom and looked around. Apparently she was only the second person to arrive. Mentally shrugging, she took a seat and glanced up at the board, an eyebrow rising in question at the topic written on it.

Tre walked into the classroom, his golden eyes sweeping over the dungeon. Well, it certainly wasn't warmer than the American Magic School, but was still a nice dungeon. Still a nice place though.

He nodded to the Professor, deciding against introducing himself this time, and sat in the middle of the class, a small smile tugging at his lips. He was the third to arrive. Not bad for his first time in the school.

Hristo nodded at the students which entered the classroom, then looked down at his watch and noticed that the lesson was due to start, Hristo felt enough of the class was here, he then stepped foward to address the class

" Class, today we will be learning how to brew the Beautification Potion" Hristo then passed a glance over his students " So who of you are familiar with this particular potion?" He asked in his usual cold tone

Pieter was running extremely late. In fact, he was sure the lesson was half way through when he woke up ten minutes earlier. He slipped in the door as the teacher was asking a question.

"It makes you pretty," he joked, sitting all the way in the back. Tucking his book under the desk, he managed not the look panicked.

Ren raised his brow when his professor asked that question. Did he really just ask that? The teen didn't know anyone who'd use that except for a girl. Turning to look at the only girl in the room, Ren didn't think she used that potion either. It wasn't anything against her or to say she was ugly. It was just that she gave off a vibe that that sort of thing just wasn't her cup of tea, so to say.

Propping his chin on his hand, Ren's eyes went to the other boy in class and then went back to his professor. Seemed like they would have a small class today. Had that many people really been kidnapped by the crow that the Highmaster was talking about?

When the other boy made the joke about making you pretty, he rolled his eyes and suppressed a sigh. Why couldn't he have taken more classes with Ciar? The Irish girl would have been able to make this not as mind numbing or a test in patience.