Class B: Lesson 1 - Memory

[Deon LeBeau]

Deon had been coaxed into a quick early morning snogging with a certain Ravenclaw seventh year who had taken a shine to him as of late. He was utterly gorgeous, so how could Deon resist such a calling? Goodness, he even considered skipping class all together, but neither were so quick to risk skivving off their appropriate house points, so they parted ways in hopes to resume later when the time was more suitable. Hopefully, however, this would not be a regular occurrence. Deon hoped so, at least. Perhaps he should draw a few lines and make them clear first before diving into any bed sheets with anyone.

With a sigh, he fixed his hair and pushed open the classroom doors when they were found. Students were already occupying the classroom, many he were already quite familiar with and he would waltz over to give each of them a customary French faire la bise, starting with his favorite red head.

"Vince! Mon chéri! Come find me after class, okay?" He ruffled the boy's hair before sweeping over to a very cute Hufflepuff he had the pleasure of meeting recently by the name of Cernenus, as he had come to learn. Mr. McCute, as he would fondly remember.

"Cern, good morning~" he pressed his lips to either cheek and winked. "You can find me after class as well..." The tone was noticeably more different than when he had addressed this Vincent, one would admit. His next and final stop was a certain young Mr. Montgomery, who Deon sat next to with a very cheerful and yet unbelievably devious smile on his face.

"Well, if it isn't Galen Montgomery. And what's this...?" he looked around as if in search for something, or someone. His empty findings resulted in a gasp. "No Auriel? Well, that means you're all on your lonesome right now, doesn't it," he cooed. "I'll keep you company. Its a real shame, no one should leave a guy like you sitting all by himself." Deon reached up to pinch his cheek as he continued to coo smoothly, expertly masking his closeness, the press of his body to Galen's with his silly behavior. He knew if Auriel were here, he'd have a fit, but he wasn't, and that made all the difference.



OUTFIT

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Noah made his way through the dungeons a calm expression on his face.Today would be the first of his potions classes, something Noah genuinely looked forward to. Potions class was particularly interesting for him, as it was rather difficult and it managed to challenge him in the way that most classes did not. However as much as he did enjoy the class, it was admittedly one of his worst subjects. He had to work very hard to get good grades in that class, and he already knew it would be the bane of his exsistance when his O.W.L.s came up.


Noah cleared his mind as he entered the classroom, the familiar smell of chemicals filling his nose. He saw the note on the board, and went over to examine the potion. It was orange, and had a very strong smell, that Noah found a bit unpleasent. He stared at the potion for a few moments, trying to identify the potion, but soon gave up. He walked to the emptiest part of the chair arrangement, and sat down
quietly.

He glanced at his fellow classmates. There were a few familiar faces around the room. He couldn't help but notice that there were very few of his fellow Ravenclaw in this particular class. Also, there were more Hufflepuff then there were Slytherin, which was surprising, considering that potions were long thought to be the favorite class of the serpent house.

His gaze continued to move around, silently observing his classmates, they stopped on Stuart for a minute, Noah gave him a small nod, and smile, before moving his gaze elsewhere. Finding nothing else of interest, his gray gaze moved back to the front of the room. He folded his hands on his desk, and faced his body forward, patiently waiting for class to begin.