House Pop Quiz!, tag all 5th Year Gryffindors & Slytherins

[Silinius Lovegood]

<sub>Silinius had rode his bicycle all the way through the halls and down the steps. He always made sure he wasn't exactly seated when he did that... All the way down into the dungeons. Some were shocked that he was able to manage that. Then again, he had placed a spell on the bicycle that worked more like a motorcycle. Silinius had made it down to the dungeon where the Potions Class was.

He had moved his good leg off the bicycle when he came to a complete stop. Silinius parked it where it was and took the cane that was attached to his bicycle and leaned on it as he walked. Only one his legs could work appropriately. Silinius took a swig of a potion as he walked in. It was a side effect from an incident at the ministry that almost completely crippled him. Now he suffered with severe pains that require potions that he had to take more than once a day.

Silinius walked into the class room full of fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins. They were all chattering while he came from the entrance at the rear. He walked past the seats until he was at the front. "Welcome class... It's time for a House Pop Quiz. For all of you who seemed to have forgotten what this means. This is where I quiz you and for every answer you answer wrong, House Points are taken away... So shall we begin?"</sub>

[Nikole Brawning]

Nikole hissed. She hated this nonsense. House pop quiz indeed, just a way for him to lord over them how much he knew. He'd see. She was going to do just fine on this one, and he wouldn't take one point away from her house. And if he tried to . . . well one leg was already crippled. He wouldn't really mind if the other one was too, right? Probably wouldn't even be able to tell a wrong answer from a right one, a Gryffindor from a Slytherin with all the potions he was on 'for the pain'. He was worse than some muggle drug addict.

She leaned back in her chair, just a little bit. She shot Amber, her best friend, a pointed glance. She'd get how annoyed Nikole was, the two could talk without words. Nikole linked her fingers behind her head and stared at the potions dungeon ceiling. Not a lot to say, mostly the relics of a hundred odd potions gone wrong. Most of them were probably his, fucking nutter. Her eyes strayed over the rest of the class.

Yep, there was Demara, leaning forward all eager. Fucking pathetic, she was. Again Nikole nudged Amber and pointed towards Demara. Amber would get a kick out of that one. Everyone knew that Akila cared about as much for her studies as she did for her family's reputation -- not at all. Or she wouldn't be spreading her legs for the Slytherin Head of House.

[Amber Vaughn]

Amber scowled. She really hated this class. The professor was a complete crackpot. She hadn't learned a thing in the five years she'd been taking it, and that didn't look like it was likely to change. She leaned back in her chair, planting her feet against Nikole's seat in front of her, and let her long hair tumble down over the back of her chair. Pop quiz? Great, just what she needed. And this prick took away house points for your wrong answers. Like that made sense. Yes, let us punish the students for the teacher's ineptitude in the field of teaching them anything, because surely that will teach them.

She gave Nikole's chair a nudge and tapped her fingers. It was bad enough that they were in this class with the whiny lions and this loopy professor. She should complain to the ministry about this particular professor. Of all the inept ones, he probably took the cake. Dropping her feet to the floor she leaned forward and whispered to Nikole.

"Nice. There goes all 25 Slytherin has earned." She grumbled. Her house had been dangerously behind all year so far. Not good, not good. "I hate this guy so much." she hissed into her best friend's ear.

[Jacquelina Laviolette]

<sub>Jacquelina sighed. A pop quiz, what else could go wrong? Potions was her worst class and she hadn't studied for it at all. She was seriously doubting her ability to help her house gain points. 'Why didn't I study!' She closed her eyes in frustration and groaned. "Hope someone else can answer a few questions." She let out another sigh and took the elastic that was holding her hair in the ponytail out.

Jacquelina shook her head and leaned on the back of the chair, allowing her blonde locks to tumble over the back of it. Opening her eyes back, she took a glance around the class. Mostly everyone was talking to someone, probably not at all worried about the quiz that could aid their house in taking the house cup. "Lucky." She muttered. Jacquelina probably had nothing to worry about, Gryffindor was in the lead but Hufflepuff was close.

She stopped at the two Slytherin girls sitting on the other side of the class room. Amber and Nicole. Everyone knew who they were because of their "haugtier than thou" attitudes. She never really spoke to them, but most of the time she'd hear them complaining about something. Letting a smirk grace her lips, Jacquelina began to sing under her breath. Anything to take her mind off of the upcoming quiz.</sub>

[Ellanoire Potter]

<sub>Elle was actually confident about the test. She knew very well that the Professor would take a House point away for every question they got wrong. However, he always gave a point to the house for every answer they got right. If you were smart enough to actually read the text, then you had at least a chance. Ellanoire didn't give any sort of appearance to show she was acting relaxed. After all, he always seemed pick on the inept first on questions.

Ellanoire had sat next to Jacquelina who was both a fellow Gryffindor and fifth year. Elle had managed an E for last five years and had almost made an "O" last year. Almost, but one tiny mistake had lowered it. Which Elle had kicked herself over, repeatedly. She looked to her housemate with a smile of amusement as she noticed to the very annoyed Slytherins. Ellanoire knew that it would only serve to help the Gryffindors. There were two people in Gryffindor House who had E's and only one Gryffindor with an O. She wasn't sure about the Slytherins. It probably was about the same.

The humming of her classmate just made her smile a little bit more. It was hard not to. Amber and Nikole were her enemies and they were squirming at the thought of losing all their points.</sub>

[Akila Demara]

Akila leaned forward. Potions was a subject she loved. Not liked, mind, but loved. She actually studied quite a bit and did well in class, despite Nikole's attempts to sabotage her potions. Pop quizzes were something the terrible twosome couldn't mess up for her. Unfortunately they could mess it up for her house. Dear gods they'd better not. Slytherin was way behind in the house points as it was, all they didn't need was those two loosing all they'd managed to gain.

With a sigh she leaned back and carefully balanced her chair on two legs. When she was fairly sure she had the balance correct she stopped worrying about it, leaning her head back to wait politely for the test to begin. She kept her face calm, a skill she'd learned as a child from watching her father -- a born diplomat -- at work. It wasn't particularly hard, especially not with all the practice Akila had. And especially without her cousin there to break it down with humor.

All four legs hit the ground with a smack as Akila followed that train of thought. Her cousin. She'd forgotten to talk to him about Nikole. The focus of her attention was within glaring distance and Akila didn't waste the opportunity. Her pretty eyes narrowed in dislike at the bitch before her. She had best keep her pureblood fanatic claws OFF of Savino. Just because they'd inbred themselves to hell and back didn't mean the Demara clan had to take a hit for the team.

[Silinius Lovegood]

<sub>"Ms. Vaughn," He called out. "What is the main ingredient for the Hair Raising Potion?" Silinius looking strait at the Fifth Year Slytherin. He always started out with questions of the previous years. Most of the time, students didn't remember anything... Though there were the few E and O students who actually kept their notes, just in case for such an occasion. However, there were others that were inept in that respect.

He sat against the desk he had been alotted at the front of the room. His expression was the same as usual, cynical. Had he been like professors like generations before, Ms. Vaughn would have been an "A" student not a "P". Though unlucky for her, he wasn't, because he actually expected work from her. It was the same thing he expected from everyone and the tiniest mistake could lower the grade a letter.

First was the second year question... Then the fourth... Then a first year question and finally a third year question. It's how he always did it with the fifth years.</sub>

[Amber Vaughn]

Amber quirked an eyebrow at being addressed. She gave her memory a once over before she looked up at the Professor with a nasty little smirk on her face. "I haven't the slightest, Professor." she replied with sugar coated poison in her voice. She truly loathed this professor, which was a disappointment. She had hoped to come to Hogwarts and enjoy Potions: it seemed like it had the potential to be a fascinating class, if the professor wasn't off his fucking rocker. There were rumors circulating that he was a junkie, too, and Amber would believe it in a heartbeat.

She could almost feel the eyes on her, but as any true high society girl of pureblood standing, she straightened in her chair under the scrutiny of the collective, her eyes firm and her expression nothing that could be faulted, though even a fool could hear the venom in her voice. She was tempted to give an impudent wink, but she was already pushing her luck. Then again, did she care? Not particularly. She wanted out of this class: she hadn't wanted to take it this year. It had been advised that she should, and she'd listened to the harpy who led the Slytherin House, but now she was regretting that much.

In fact, she truly was done. She entertained a little fantasy of what she'd love to do: She pushed until she was standing and said some things she'd been whispering for a very long time. "You are a terrible teacher, Professor Lovegood. I have not learned a thing in the last four years, not even the slightest thing. This is a waste of my time." And she turned, grabbed her schoolbag, and walked straight down the main aisle of the class, making sure to slam the classroom door quite firmly on her way out.

Of course, that was what she would love to do. In reality, she just sat at her desk, giving Lovegood that same little smirk and waiting for his response. Let him dock points from Slytherin: he would get his.

[Silinius Lovegood]

"Two points of Slytherin then," Silinius said non-chalantly as he proceeded his usual way. "Does anyone have the correct answer?" The Potion Master asked. This would be a much more interesting way to get points. He would double the points lost on a first try. Only point following if it too was wrong. Though if it was right at any time, they got two points. The slight off professor had a method to his madness. First come first serve.

There was something in his expression that spoke volumes. Most would assume he was there to make all of their lives miserable. However, he was there to ensure they had learned potions correctly and that included memorizing spell ingredients and what sort of effects remained. If they weren't smart enough to have learned that after their second or third year, well it wasn't his bloddy fault.

He watched them waiting for the first hand to go up.