Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Archon got distracted for a moment as his cauldron was heating up, his gaze sliding off of the workspace in front of him to the young Gryffindor woman working on her own potion in front of him. Her fiery hair, her green eyes, lovely curves... She truly was appealing. He couldn't deny that, on any level. He shook his head slightly. What he could do was deny himself the ability to act on his urges. He'd keep his attraction to her quiet, try not to allow it out too much. He returned to his potion, removing roots from a jar and chopping them up on a chopping board with lightning speed and deadly precision, knife flashing dangerously in the green light of the dungeon room. Then the knife was set aside as the root was added to the potion, a flash of white accompanying its entrance into the cauldron. Then half a bottle of unicorn tears, followed by six counterclockwise stirs. Crushed scarabs, one and a half cups.... He lost himself for a while in the process of brewing the potion, and mused over the problem of his project. He did wish a student or two would appear interested in his research, contribute. He felt like most could learn quite a bit from magical theory, and from research. And, of course, if Holiday were to appear interested, he would certainly welcome a pretty face and exemplary mind like hers as an assistant. Purely in the sake of research, of course. He was pulled from his brewing reverie by the sound of her voice, and he looked up, his eyes taking in her raised hand and the satisfaction and pleasure in her eyes. Pushing aside all the thoughts that her look brought to his mind, he screwed a flask into the tap on his cauldron and let the finished potion drain into it. All right, Miss Bell, let's see how you've done. He said, gesturing to one of the other students to bring one of the toad cages as he pulled a medicine dropper from a box on his desk. The toad was brought to her table and Archon withdrew a few milliliters of her potion with the dropper, then offered it to the toad, who obligingly opened its maw. The small crowd of students had gathered around them, and Archon tried not to notice how the group had pushed him noticeably close to the younger woman. Close to the point where he could smell her distinctly feminine scent and he was glad he had showered the night previously. The toad took the drops of fluid, and Archon set the dropper aside, waiting for a few seconds while the potion took hold. Then it did, and the toad instantly perked up, hopping about in its cage. A small smile teased the corner of the professor's mouth. Well done, Miss Bell. he said, picking up a glove from the table and donning it. You. What's your name? He demanded of a nearby student. The female student looked mildly terrified before stammering a response. Felen, sir, Clara Felen. Fantastic. Hand me two metal flasks from my desk, Miss Felen. He said, smirking slightly. It always amused him how easily students were startled. Some students. The girl complied and he opened one flask, plunging it into Holiday's cauldron. It filled rapidly, and he withdrew his gloved hand and wiped the flask down, sealing it carefully before handing it to the red-headed student. One flask of an energy potion, evidently brewed by an expert. He teased. Well done indeed, Miss Bell. So well done, in fact, that I'm going to keep a flask for myself. He said, and repeated the process, flashing her a small, rare smile. Clean up your area, and your assignment is a one page paper on the purpose of each ingredient. You don't have to include all the ingredients, just the main ones. He told her, then addressed the group. The rest of you, I expect a full paper with all the ingredients and their purposes addressed, since evidently you are missing something. Tomorrow evening I have an open lab if you want to retry this potion or get extra time. Class dismissed. He announced before returning to his podium. He still had more classes for the morning, the other potions classes, before he could get to Magic Theory, his favorite class to teach, in the afternoon.