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Post by severus on Jul 21, 2011 23:08:29 GMT -5
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Post by neville on Jul 24, 2011 21:44:28 GMT -5
Neville Longbottom was sitting as far back in the class as possible, staring at Snape with wide, horrified eyes. It was only the first day of class and Neville had no idea what Snape was talking about. He had to remember things from last year? He never even payed attention in any of his classes last year! However, once his Gran had learned about his poor test marks from Potion's during the summer, she had a fit. Basically, now if he didn't do well in Snape's class... his life would be doomed. She would make sure that his life became a living hell during the summer.
What had they learned about near the end of the year last year? Neville tried to rack his brains and remember, but he couldn't. He was drawing a blank. All he could remember was blowing potions up during all of his classes. And then of course losing massive points for Gryffindor. He had been so scared last year that he hadn't learned a thing!
Neville quickly looked around at the other students; some looked determined, most looked horrified like he was. This was his time to step up to the plate. If he didn't ask, nobody would. Neville slowly raised his hand in the air, his eyes locked with Snape's. He was determined to ask Snape to review from last year; it was the only way to get a good grade. And even if Neville was more scared of Snape, at least he didn't live with him like he lived with his Gran.
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Post by severus on Jul 25, 2011 5:36:29 GMT -5
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Post by neville on Jul 25, 2011 10:54:31 GMT -5
Neville was the only one who had not started his exam yet, which made him a little too nervous for his taste. He was still watching Snape, who was looking around the room with his cold eyes. Was it just Neville, or did Snape's eyes linger on Harry longer than the rest of the class? Well, they probably had. Neville knew that next to himself, Harry was the one always getting scolded, insulted, and yelled at by Snape. It didn't seem to bother him, though. Instead of shaking like Neville often did, Harry would merely seethe a little, or give a glare to Snape. But no, he wasn't scared, and that's why Neville admired him.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a pricing voice cutting across the room. Snape had finally seen Neville's hand. The scratching of quills around the room instantly stopped, and every head either turned toward Snape or Neville. Neville almost started sweating when Snape asked him if the question benefited the whole class, but then he remembered; it did benefit the whole class. Neville found himself smirking, something he hoped Snape wouldn't find insulting.
"P-professor, it actually does benefit the whole class," Neville stammered, willing his voice to become more firm. "Sir, I think it would be a really good idea if we reviewed a little from last year before we took the exam." Neville looked over at his classmates, who were staring at him. They were probably wondering where he had gotten the guts to ask something to Snape; he never did. "Even if it's only a little review," Neville added quickly, "it would really really help... And I'm sure a lot of the people in here are thinking the same thing too..."
(OOC: Hey. xD You don't know how close I was to having Neville get down on one knee and pull out a ring. Just. Saying. ^.^) |
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Post by HANNAH ABBOTT on Jul 25, 2011 11:24:18 GMT -5
Sitting near the side of the classroom, Hannah held a blank look on her face. Potions was always an uneasy class for her to attend. She liked the material that they studied in the class, and yet Professor Snape was such an uninviting face to the whole subject matter. Sitting in class where a good portion of the students were getting yelled at wasn't the best learning environment to be in. She managed to keep the Potion's Master off her back most of the time. Her written material was usually pretty good, considering how much time she poured into them. Thankfully, her last potion eruption was in her first year. Otherwise, the practical work was usually a mixed bag for her. She could do the work well, if she only sat there to concentrate fully on the task at hand.
Hannah's face paled as Professor Snape announced that the students had to recall information that most students didn't mention in their essays from last year. Was there something that she forgot? If she remembered correctly, she had been pretty through in that essay. Of course, her mind was elsewhere near the end of the year, when Cedric died. She didn't think that it effected her that badly. She would have to remind herself to look through her marks from the end of last year.
When Professor Snape announced that the students would have to remember information from class, a little color returned to her face. She remembered some things from that class, but she wasn't exactly a human encyclopedia or anything. When it came to surprise tests like that, her grades were usually average at best. Her best work usually occured when she knew that there was going to be a test. Yet, she became awfully stressed during exams, especially when it came to material that she didn't know.
Tapping the point of her quill nervously on her desk, Hannah fidgeted in her seat a little. She certainly hoped that she could maintain her composure during her OWL exam. Looking down at the test in front of her, she let out a small sigh. Trying to focus, she started writing a sentence. At the end of the first sentence that she wrote for the first question, she immediately lost focus yet again.
While trying to regain her focus, Hannah heard Professor Snape address Neville. Looking behind her, she heard Neville ask for Professor Snape to have a review of the information from last year. Indeed, it was a good idea, and not just because she was having trouble focusing. It let the whole class recall information from last year. Knowing that Neville was often the target of Snape's frustration, she raised her hand as well. Instead of waiting to be called on, she decided to speak her agreement. "Professor, I agree with Neville. I think we would all benefit from a review," she called out, her quill already tapping nervously again.
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Post by severus on Jul 25, 2011 19:03:37 GMT -5
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Post by meleny on Jul 26, 2011 15:07:09 GMT -5
Meleny was sitting in the row in front of Neville and stared at her exam for a good five minutes before Neville spoke up. A 2 foot essay?? Right about now she felt like banging her head on the desk. She vaugely remembered the material she learned. She had a lot on her mind; from consoling her friend Cadence from Hufflepuff, sitting in the row ahead of her, to nursing her injuries from her father and sister.
Meleny's eyes shot up to meet Snape's for a moment when she heard him address Neville. She felt bad for her fellow Gryffindor. She knew this was an exam meant to test what they remembered but still, she thought they at least deserved the common courtsey of a brief review of the material on said exam. Meleny was too afraid to speak up even though she could be very bold too when the situation called for it. She was extremely grateful that Hannah Abbott chose to speak up and second Neville's request. Meleny did not need to be reminded about O.W.LS . She knew it was an important exam but she had other things on her mind besides the test.
Meleny returned her eyes to her quiz as she silently reached into the depths of her brain to remember everything Snape had taught them up to this point. She wasn't really in a good position to be focusing on anything no matter how hard she tried. Over the summer she had been a victim of the cruciatus curse from her father who wanted to punish her for being a blood traitor. Her twin sister Jezebel, who was sitting up front and already working on the exam, had given her a black eye. Meleny always tried not to be late to Snape's class but she had to spent a few extra hours every morning applying muggle makeup concealer products to her eye so it wouldn't be noticed. Not only that but sometimes the pain of the cruciatus curse lingered so badly that she wanted to scream. It lingered the worst when she was stressed and she pursed her lips together so a whimper wouldn't pass her lips.
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AERIS DAGMAR
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Post by AERIS DAGMAR on Jul 30, 2011 0:45:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] As the exam collided on her desktop, she groaned. Her cheek immediately landed on her left hand to lean, and her right went for the top corner of the parchment to gaze over the questions. With every word she seemed to get more nervous until the point of exploding, fidgeting every half or whole sentence to express her uneasiness. These exams were always so short, which made each and every number on them that much more important. Missing at least one question in Potions was standard for Riss.
Now, Aer wasn't much of a girl who could brew correct potions, but she surely knew the ingredients. Whether or not she added and used them correctly according to the instructions was a whole other topic. The dosages varied with her, which mainly caused most of her failures, but never the less could she list what to put in which brew. The first question was just about as easy as breathing for her.
The next was quite a bit of a doozy, but she figured that anything in moderation is a good thing and anything in large dosages, especially things like truth serum, could keel haul you quicker than you could say 'bloody hell'. And the third, well, that was probably just about the hardest thing she could think of. If she couldn't concoct the potion correctly in the first place, she doubted that the colors changed the correct way. And because of her inability, she was left in the dark.
"I don't think I even remember everything I ate for breakfast this morning... Let alone the colors of a wit-sharpening potion," Dag muttered to herself as she drummed the tips of her nails incessantly against the counter. Surely it was a pain for some people, but it often took away the stress of a difficult class.
Flinching lightly, she finally wrote down a good enough idea for colors. They were basically ones that she thought looked nice together. She listened as Professor Snape addressed Neville. Neville replied in that nervous Neville way and Hannah backed up her fellow student's idea of reviewing before they took the exam. She would have done the same, if not for the lingering fact that she knew where her destiny stood with this test. Generally, potions had never been her strong suit.
But, she figured that the only reason she didn't really want to push on for a review was because she thought it would be hopeless. Not to mention the fact that she didn't have anybody to show her tests to at home. She didn't have a large excess of family motivation at home, but she knew that others had relatives that cared. So, she decided to get back into the whole Aeris roll she normally had and crane her neck again.
"Professor, I know where you stand, but can't we please just review once? Can't it be a kind of early Christmas present from you, I guess? ... Really early, since it's still October?" Aeris spoke up in a louder voice, smiling lightly at her own musings. She was always one to jump on occasions. And she was certainly the outspoken one, ready for a vocal lashing but not really giving a bloody care. "Where is your holiday spirit?"
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Post by severus on Aug 3, 2011 6:23:40 GMT -5
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Post by neville on Aug 3, 2011 19:47:31 GMT -5
Neville tried to hide his look of relief as Hannah and Aeris both agreed with him. Snape would have to take him seriously now, two more people were on his side. But his hope was quickly extinguished when Neville saw the glare Snape directed toward Aeris. It wasn't just a glare, it was like a glare of death. Neville was sure that if Snape gave him a look like that, he would probably drop to the floor in horror. Poor Aeris. Neville hoped that she was good at brushing these things aside.
Though Snape's lecture was enough to scare Neville out of his wits. He was straining his ears, trying to listen to Snape's beat-down, but whatever came out of his mouth seemed so complicated. By the end of the lecture though, Neville knew what Snape was basically trying to tell him: You stink at Potions, so you'll stink at this test.
Neville stared at Snape with wide eyes, his hands shaking a little. Great. So there wasn't going to be a review, and he was going to fail his O.W.L's, and his gran was going to annihilate him. He nodded at Snape, trying to tell him that he understood, and looked back down at his test with a dejected face.
When Snape awarded Neville 5 points though, his head snapped up. He didn't understand. Snape hated him. A lot. And now he was giving him points for being an idiot in his class? Still, Neville couldn't help the small smile that crossed his lips. He shouldn't have been smiling, this was the worst thing to receive points for! Being lectured? But it was the first class he had gotten points in other than Herbology, so he was pretty thrilled. Neville quickly looked down back at his test, a fiery determination burning inside of him. He could pass this test if he really tried!
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