Zach hated september the second. September the first he could deal with, September the first he looked forward to, but not September the second. This was the day of the dreaded hangover.
It would always happen, he'd get in for the feast, have a chat with a few people, then he and maybe one or two of the more devious teachers would head into Hogsmede to have a cider drinking contest, a contest that Zach would undoubtably win.
The next morning, he'd wake with a head feeling as if it had been kicked in, a grump and a need to take unthinkable amounts of potions to cure it. He really hated September Second.
Today was no different. This time, he had to teach the fourth years and above, great. People who thought they were clever and people who were idiots. Often enough, both those groups joined to one.
So when the students began to enter, Zach ticked their name off on the register, hardly making an attempt to see who he was checking. Eventually, or at least until he had had enough and decided that enough was enough, he stood in front of the class and spoke in a grouchy slurr.
'Right... okay.... listen up, you lot... I want you to make a forgetfullness potion, instructions are on page... sixty of your books, and extra house points if you can do it without making a noise. I'm going to go and take a quick nap...'
Gwen found herself biting her nails with extreme displeasure. Professor Clifford was one of her least favourite teachers, not because he was a bad teacher, but because he was always a mess, his lessons had not routine about them and always smelt bad.
Nevertheless, she wasn't about to give up on a lesson because she didn't like the teacher. Instead, she found herself the book, pulled open page sixty and began to follow the instructions. It wasn't too difficult and in no time she had most of the ingredients prepared. The book though, wasn't very clear on what should be done next.
Gwen turned to the person sat next to her and asked.
'Hey, does the moonshade have to be added before or after the gottle juice?'
