First Meeting

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Rosaline was looking forward to her first potions class, her grandfather having been a potions prodigy himself, his work and research sending her family further into political affluency with his work for the Ministry. The art seemed to run in her blood, her summers spent at her family's main residence often found her in her grandfather's potions lab, peering over his shoulder and assisting him both in serious projects and lighthearted frivolities. In fact, the advanced nature of the potions' curriculum-along with Beauxbatons' less that spectacular overall curriculum-swayed her grandfather to move Rosaline to Hogwarts for her remaining years of education. Her father, busy as always with his work on the Wizengamot, put up no fight, if he was even notified, and though her mother had sniffed at the slight against her alma mater, had agreed quickly to her grandfather's insistence.

The dark, somewhat humid air of the potions classroom welcomed Rosaline with an air of familiarity. It smelt of raw magic and herbs, with an undercurrent of something not quite sour, though it burned her nostrils, nonetheless. She had arrived a bit early, intent on finding a well-lit station and arranging it to her liking. A piece of chalk was scrawling information onto a chalkboard in a tight scrawl, she could barely make out the instructions as they were written. As she maneuvered further into the room, she caught a glimpse of a tall boy with red, curly hair bent over a cauldron, carefully dripping what looked like leech juice into the swirling liquid below. She ignored the boy, though he took a moment to glance back at her and perched on the stool in front of a sun-drenched station.

By the time Rosaline had her tools and ingredients organized to her liking and her textbook perched on the table next to her, the majority of the class had filled in, including Sebastian and Ominis who slid into the stools around her with quick greetings while they pulled out textbooks and notes in a flurry of movement. Professor Sharp walked into the room soon after, surveying the room with a quick piercing gaze that, indeed, reminded Rosaline of her grandfather's hard look. His speech about the intricacies of potion brewing also fell nostalgically on Rosaline's ears, eerily similar to the one her grandfather gave her when she started accompanying him to his lab. She now understood fully her grandfather's insistence that Rosaline move schools, what with the potions professor so like-minded and capable.

Professor Sharp instructed his students to brew a Wiggenweld potion, not a particularly difficult potion to brew, but with near zero instruction or demonstration, it would make for a good refresher on the brewing process in general. A well thought out re-introduction for the beginning of the year.

Rosaline was sure to cross reference her brewing with the textbook and her own potions notes from her summers at the family manor. Her grandmother's health had been slowly waning and she drank a Wiggenweld each morning just after her breakfast. Rosaline had brewed many of them before, with a measured hand as the health of her grandmother depended on them. She was just dripping a bit of wax over the cork stopper when Professor Sharp stepped up behind her shoulder to view her progress. When the dripping wax hardened, she turned and presented the phial to him. He took the glass and swirled the liquid inside, inspecting it from a myriad of angles before placing it back on her workstation.

"Good work," Rosaline's pride swelled at even this lukewarm approval, "Though I wonder why you've dripped wax over the top. I do not believe it was included with your textbook's instructions."

Rosaline glanced at the phial and picked it up, forcing herself to refrain from picking at the wax as her face heated. "I am sorry sir. It is something we do at home when we make them for my grandmother's daily dose."

Professor Sharp raised an eyebrow at her response before dipping his head in agreement. "Indeed, wax tops are used on potions that use medical-grade ingredients. It is good practice when brewing potions intended for medical use, but as we are in school and brewing for practice, I would ask you to refrain from using it here."

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