The Unbreakable Vow

Chapter 5- Potions

We all walked to the East tower, then Theodore parted ways with us and we joined the rest of our year.

"Bye Theodore," I said.

Saying his name made my insides glow in warm excitement.

"You can call me Theo you know" He chuckled.

"Bye, Theo" I repeated.

I had to desperately prevent myself from bursting into giggles or flushing so red, that you'd be able to see me a mile away.

He beamed and departed.

"You are so infatuated," Giselle teased.

"Do we have every lesson together?" I said, changing the subject again.

"It seems like it," she replied.

"I'm glad," I muttered.

Although Emmeline wasn't with me, I felt that Giselle would become my new comfort, someone I could trust and confide in.

As this thought carried through my head, we entered our first lesson.

The East tower was royally exquisite. It was dressed in blue cloth. Giselle and I made our way to one of the circular tables at the front.

Professor Dubois, stood at the front, poised and held up to his highest height. He looked fairly old with his grey locks permed and in a small ponytail down his back. The balding at the front of his head was like a shiny egg and his eyes bulged out like little chicks.

"Welcome welcome welcome!" He exclaimed, "Everyone, take your seats, we have a lot to learn so we need to begin."

"He looks ridiculous" Giselle tittered beside me.

I had to hold my breath and bite my tongue not to join her.

Dubois began bobbing his head up and down and doing some sort of needing the toilet dance. Occasionally, he'd sip some coffee out of a large metal jug. Then he'd shiver and his eyes would roll to the back of his head.

"I am here to teach you the essence and art of potions! Today we are learning about antidotes to poisons, so get out your quills and books and begin writing!"

He scrawled untidily over a blackboard so fast that his wrist looked like it was going to drop off. It was an effort and a half to keep up with him. After he finished writing, he'd wipe it off immediately and begin again. I missed half the words and none of what I wrote made any sense at all.

By the time the bell rang, I was glad to leave. My wrist now crunched as I twisted it round and round. This slightly stopped the pulsating pain shooting down my arm. My brain ached in agitation.

"Good morrow everyone!" He called as we left, dancing a little Irish jig.

Students snorted and giggled as we hurried to our next lesson.

"Well that was hellish" Giselle hissed in my ear as we rushed down the stairs.

"I barely learned a thing, we just wrote all lesson," I groaned.

The realization of this rushed through me and I swore to concentrate more next time.

"I must admit, I don't think I'll ever enjoy potions" Giselle chuckled.

I agreed.

Before I even knew where we were headed, I realized the boys heading off in a different direction to us.