open RP: office hours for Potions

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Stephen felt he had been rather negligent.  He had only held a meeting of Potions class once since taking the position as potions master, which really would not do, though he knew some of his colleagues held classes even less frequently.  He had hoped to convene the class this week, but there was that damned duel with Cox to get out of the way first.  

At least he could make himself available for office hours.  It was not much of a chore; the previous office hours had occasioned some interesting non-potions-related conversations.  By now his new and more competent house-elf knew the drill, and posted accurate signs up outside the Great Hall, in each house's common room, and on Stephen's office door.

Office hours for Potions are being held. Current and prospective students are welcome to drop by Professor Maturin's office to discuss any issue of interest to them.

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[hot-german.livejournal.com]

A little bit nervously, Dieter knocked on the door. "Hello, Professor Maturin? It's Dieter. I know we are meeting for drinks tomorrow, but for some reason I thought I should come by."

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Come in," said Stephen. For some reason he felt Dieter should be perfectly at home in his office, or wherever he was, though for some reason it seemed there were too many books and furniture, and there should be more benches and lockers.

[hot-german.livejournal.com]

Dieter walked into the room. "I did not know you were the Potions Master. Should you be drinking with lowly students like myself?" His words and tone were serious, but the smile on his face made it clear that he was joking.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Stephen felt the resumption of an easy rapport that had, as far as he knew, never actually existed. "No, I decided to go slumming."

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

Lily slowly stuck her head around the door frame and knocked tentatively. "Um, hullo? May I come in?"

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Please do," said Stephen, amiably. He had not been at Lily's Sorting, and did not recognize her. "I am afraid we have not been introduced. I am, as the sign on the door doubtless informed you, Dr Maturin. You are a new student, I take it?"

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

Lily held out her hand. "My name is Lily Potter...well, Lily will do all right for now. And I'm not quite new, which is what I was hoping to talk to you about. That is, I am new - I was just sorted a few days ago. However, I graduated from Hogwarts once before." She held her chin up slightly in a small amount of pride. "I was Head Girl my seventh year. Passed all of my NEWTS with flying colors." She blushed a bit and smiled ruefully. "Not that things like that seem to matter as much here as they did in my day."

She took a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I - well, I tend to ramble. Not a very charming attribute, but we all have our crosses. I was hoping to speak with you a bit about the Potions class. It was one of my favorite classes and..." she shrugged. Somehow, the plea for one area of normalcy that had been her original thought sounded childish and a bit nutters now. Instead she just tried to smile and waited mutely for the Professor to dismiss her. "Well done, Lily," she scolded herself. "I'm sure the man now thinks you incapable of cohesive speech. Right proper way to start out."

[keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com]

Dawn walked into the Potions classroom (hello, dungeon!). A few other students were here or there, and she waited patiently for her chance to talk to the professor.

Finally, she caught his eye. "Dr. Maturin? I'm Dawn Summers. You were at my Sorting. I was wanting to take your class; is there still room?"

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Stephen waved Dawn in. "Yes, I remember you well, Miss Summers. There is certainly room in my class for anyone interested in learning."

[keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com]

Good, because this is the one class--well, this and Ancient Runes--that I really wanted to take. Well, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, too. I-I've done potions and helped with them before, but with a different kind of witch. They were Wiccans. Not the fashionable kind; the real kind.

*blushes furiously* And I'm babbling again. Sorry. Um, so I'll sign up for your class, and I should probably go sign up for my others, too. 'Bye!

*hurries from the room*

[catremistrae.livejournal.com]

Grant knocked on the door. "Do you have a minute, Dr. Maturin?"

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Certainly, Dr Grant. Do come in. Would you care for some tea?"

[catremistrae.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please, but I can't stay for very long. I just came to ask you for a favor, and I have a question about a student."

[tommypinballwiz.livejournal.com]

Tommy found his way to the Potions classroom. He had heard some people discussing the flyer in the Hufflepuff commonroom, and decided that he needed to speak to a teacher.

He peered into the room. "Hello?"

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Come in," called Stephen. He was sitting at his desk, idly contemplating the ruination of evil clowns and sipping tea.

[tommypinballwiz.livejournal.com]

Tommy went in and sat down. He looked at Dr Maturin, and smiled at him. "You were at my sorting," he remembered.

[housewife-bree.livejournal.com]

Bree walked up to the office door with a basket of cookies on her arm. If this were a neighborhood, her new companions would be coming to her with treats and introductions. But as it was, it was clearly her job to meet people, and her new professors were at the top of her list.

She rapped firmly on the door.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Come in," called Stephen, looking up from his reading.

[housewife-bree.livejournal.com]

Bree entered with a broad smile, hold the basket of cookies out in front of her, like an offering.

"Hello," she began, her tone infused with as much sugary politeness as she could manage, which was quite a bit. "I'm Bree Van De Kamp, a new student here. I thought I should introduce myself to as many professors as possible, so here I am."

[dib-worm.livejournal.com]

Knock, knock...

Noticeably aged- wasn't he 12 last time you saw him?- Dib pokes his head into Professor Maturin's office.

"Professor? I kinda... need your help with something... well. Maybe not help. Advice?"

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Mr Membrane," said Stephen, remembering River's friend. "You sound a bit hoarse; have you a --" He looked up from his reading and caught sight of a Dib considerably older than the twelve-year-old boy he had met. "Oh, my. Come in and close the door behind you, and tell me what happened to you."

[dib-worm.livejournal.com]

He grins and steps in, leaning back against the door to close it. "As a teacher, I know you're probably morally obligated to tell me that what I'm about to tell you was completely inappropriate and wrong and all that. I can handle that."

The door closed, he settles into the chair opposite Stephen's desk and leans forward, linking his hands together above his knees. "I took an aging potion. I ordered it from a company that was recommended by a friend to me. It... The first time, it was just an experiment. Just to see what it'd be like, and maybe so that I could actually see over tables for once. Then, it turned into another week, and then another, and then I got a GIRLFRIEND who likes me THIS way and not as a little kid, and one of the guy students started hitting on me and..."

Pause. Exhale. "I don't -want- to go back to being a kid again. But this potion only lasts a week at a time. I wondered if.. maybe... you'd be willing to help me figure out a way to make it last longer...?"

[cafpowgirl.livejournal.com]

Abby stood in the doorway, glancing around at the many books on the shelf. As a new witch, for real this time she should start learning about magic. Potions seemed as good a place to start as any.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Looking up from his reading, Stephen caught sight of Abby in the doorway. "Why, Miss Sciuto," he greeted her pleasantly, "we meet again, this time in a rather less debauched setting. Do sit down. Would you care for some tea?"

[cafpowgirl.livejournal.com]

She smiled, sitting down in the offered chair. "Yes, that was a rather" Searching for the right word, she continues. "wild meeting. Some tea would be lovely."

The chair was quite comfortable, and the office was certainly decorated quite nicely. "I'd like to take a Potions class. But as you might know, I know nothing about magic at this point. However, I'm very interested in learning."