Post by Arielle Clarke on Jul 18, 2017 21:12:26 GMT -7
It all started in a simple Potions class. Arielle, who was practically in love with Herbology, was partnered up with Alexia, a girl who had a natural talent for Potions. They were a dream team when it came to mixing ingredients and creating the right effects as indicated by Professor Sawyer. Arielle could list off by memory all the effects certain herbal ingredients would have in the potions they were trying and Alexia would mix it together to prove her wrong. It was always sort of bitter sweet and ever since they had first been partnered together, Arielle had a weird fascination with bringing Alexia new herbs to try in different potions, or Alexia would bring Arielle potions she wanted to try in hopes the Gryffindor could find her the right plant ingredients.
On this particular day, Arielle was feeling rather adventurous. She had looked through a few of the Potions textbook and then sent a messenger to Alexia to meet her in the Potions classroom to help her with one in particular. Arielle was tired of all the moping faces around the school and had a plan - which she would enlighten her friend about once the Hufflepuff arrived. Arielle had opened the Advanced Potions Making Textbook to the Potion to Induce Euphoria and waited for Alexia to arrive. Her foot tapped impatiently on the stone floor while she waited.
Potions was about the only subject that Alexia gave a damn about. While Charms and Transfiguration were useful in the magical world she loved potions the most. They were more versatile than any spell would ever be in her mind. Arielle had been her partner since day one, the girl knew her herbology, an area that Alexia wished that she would get stronger in but she was never the type to take that much time to study anything. It would be her downfall at some point and she was already mentally preparing for it.
Alexia placed the note in her pocket as she walked to the Potions classroom. This is not the first time they had worked on something outside of class. The badger pushed open the door, it giving her presence away in an instant, Arielle already waiting for her there. “I’m not super late am I? I was stuck in the common room for a moment.” She had other people to talk to but she didn’t want to completely blow off her friend, it would be rude of her to prioritize people.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Jul 20, 2017 21:51:36 GMT -7
When Alexia entered the room, Arielle made a mad dash to close the door behind her blonde friend. They didn't need to be caught practicing potions they had no business with in the beginning. Arielle had her heart set of getting an advanced potion right so she could use it. It was a little mischievous but the school needed some cheering up. Once the coast was clear, Arielle turned to answer her friend's question. "Late is a matter of objective opinion" she commented rather absurdly but that was what Arielle was known for. Her rather odd ways of speaking about things.
Knowing that Alexia was a bit of a social butterfly didn't bother Arielle. The young girl was used to being backstaged by all the others in the lives of her friends simply because Arielle didn't force her way into the large circle to gather their attention. She was happy isolated and alone most of the time. She had her books and the adventures she had inside of them. No one else could even begin to imagine what Arielle could imagine. "Have you noticed how stressed everyone already looks and it's only the third week of school?" Arielle asked Alexia immediately. She wasted no time in getting her points across.
Alexia knew what they were doing wasn’t right. If they were to get caught they would be in a world of trouble and probably be sitting in detentions for the rest of the school year. She could kiss her Honeydukes shopping sprees goodbye. Arielles comment made her scrunch her brows together, unsure if she was upset or not. Alexia didn’t share the same extended vocabulary but she didn’t seem all that upset by her late appearance.
The badger made herself comfortable next to the girl and skimmed over the book that was in front of them. The potion didn’t seem difficult on the page, the words were very clearly written as well as the instructions but that could all change once that started to dump the ingredients into the cauldron. Alexia flipped over to the next page to see if the potion was continued, which is was before turning all of her attention to Arielle. “Some of them think that if they start failing now they will never catch up. I wouldn’t want to live with that stress.” She answered, not caring so much about her grades right now. She would when it came time.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Aug 1, 2017 22:29:44 GMT -7
Brewing a potion that was more advanced then their year was not the problem. Arielle didn’t think a single Professor would turn their nose down on them for trying out some harder potions, for the practice. It was Arielle’s intent with the potion. Using a potion on another student – or in this case, students – was strictly against Hogwarts rules unless otherwise specified. They just could not get caught. Arielle couldn’t afford another trip down the rabbit hole into detention. Not after last time. Her parents would be furious with her.
“Clever idea” Arielle thought out loud more to herself while her companion picked over the potion in true Alexia fashion. Arielle wasn’t the potion whizz. She just came up with the bad ideas that landed them in detention often times. “If they fail now, they won’t have to write the exam” she clarified in case her friend was paying more attention then she anticipated. “Of course, failing would mean a lifetime in a mundane muggle job. I don’t think any witch or wizard wants to be forced into that sort of life.” There were enough mundane jobs in the magical world but at least they had magic.
The Gryffindor jumped up onto the table to sit and swung her legs back and forth. “I thought we could try this potion, and if it worked slip it into the morning pumpkin juice” Arielle explained happily dreaming of a school full of giggling girls and laughing boys and cackling adults. It was much more entertaining. She started to grin. “Can you imagine an Alchemy class with a cheerful Professor Clarke?” Arielle couldn’t. She didn’t think she had ever seen her cousin crack a single smile in all her life.
Alexia was worried about her grades, not as much as others were, she didn’t have exams like OWLs to worry about but she still had some that would keep her from advancing if she failed them, still that was some time away and she could have a little bit of fun if she desired to do so. Her nose scrunched up at the thought of having a muggle job, that sounded insulting and incredibly boring. “I suppose some of them desire to be less than they are actually worth and that’s there fault.” She answered, shrugging her shoulders. It wasn’t her problem if people chose to be less than what they were.
The young badger examined the the potion as Arielle explained the purpose behind it. Her eyes went wide, the thought of messing with a professor, especially a Clarke scared her so much but if they did get in trouble she could always stand by Arielle, she was related maybe the punishment would be weaker. “You mean it would be much less boring and I could actually pay attention?” She asked, the fear subsiding. It was a harmless potion, one that would cause more giggles than anything. “Does he ever actually smile?” Alexia had never seen him crack a smile and she wondered if he had ever done such a thing.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Aug 12, 2017 21:44:24 GMT -7
Being from a notable family such as hers, Arielle knew she was expected to do something great with her life. Something respectable. She did not have the option to do anything less then that. She did wish that wasn’t the case but ultimately the young lion had to find a good husband and be the perfect home maker or she needed some spectacularly impressive job. Arielle doubted she could manage either one. Herbology wasn’t exactly a field her family thought to be impressive and it was the only thing the brunette was good at. Having the choice would be nice – she almost did envy the people who had the chance to disappoint their families without being disowned.
“Might just be the pressure of families” Arielle thought out loud. She was thinking more on her own feelings and actually wishing to change the topic. She was grateful for the swap of conversation and grinned. “You mean making something out of nothing bores you? Professor Clarke would be so disappointed.” Arielle didn’t actually think he would care. He never struck her as the type who concerned himself with what people enjoyed and didn’t enjoy outside of those important to his life.
Arielle knew it was dangerous to pull a prank like that on her cousin, but his was the first class she had thought of. It didn’t have to be his class. It could be any class. Slowly, she shook her head. “I think he must at some point – his wedding maybe?” Arielle hadn’t gone to that. She’d been too young and most of the family hadn’t gone due to the blood status of Isaac’s wife.
There were things that Alexia didn’t have to worry about like Arielle dd and keeping the name of her family in good standing was one of them. She was half blood, which, while still better than being muggleborn wasn’t as great as being pure and having to live up to an endless amount of expectations, something she was thankful for. Now, her parents did expect her to end up with a decent person who treated her right but they didn’t give a damn about the blood that ran through their veins when that time came. Which she had plenty of time to figure that out.
Alexia nodded her head in agreement, she felt bad for Arielle living under all this pressure but she was only in her third year, there was still some fun to be had. She shrugged her shoulders, Alchemy just wasn’t her forte. “That part doesn’t bore me, it’s all the rules. I get why the rules are there but it’s just not fun for me.” She cleared up her answer to something that wasn’t just boredom but she highly doubted that Arielle was going to run off and tell Isaac that his class was boring.
Her eyes went wide for a moment at the mention of a wedding. “Wait, he was married? He was actually nice enough to someone to convince that said someone to marry him?” She asked, amused and shocked by the idea that Isaac Clarke had been married. Surely there was a love potion involved.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Aug 19, 2017 6:44:00 GMT -7
Arielle shrugged her shoulders. She didn't know too much about her cousin's life since he was ostracized by the family. It wasn't proper for her to associate with him outside of the classroom. Her parents frowned upon that sort of business but Arielle liked Isaac, as grumpy as he was. He was family. "I guess so" she concluded with a faint smile. If even Isaac Clarke could find someone, there was hope for the world. Arielle seldom thought about her future in that regard but when she did, the only person she imagined would tolerate her weirdness for a lifetime Finn.
Changing the topic, Arielle dug through her bag. "I already have the plants we need for the potion" she informed her friend. A plastic bag was produced from inside her canvas one. It was filled with various plant pieces already cut to appropriate size and waiting to be brewed. She shook the bag enthusiastically. Arielle liked her plants and what they could do with all the different properties of magic. It fascinated her. "Did you bring your potion kit?" They always used hers. It was better.
Tagged: Alexia Willems Notes: short reply cause I'm on my phone traveling.
Alexia didn’t think that there was love for everyone but if the grumpuest of Clarke's could snag a wife then there had to be some sort of hope in the world for everyone who was lonely. Luckily she wasn’t worried about that for herself yet. She had friends and that was all that she really cared about. She was passed the stage of boys having cooties but that didn’t mean she wanted to be around them constantly. Alexia was perfectly content just hanging out with them and if anyone of them made a move she would figure out her life from that point on.
It was clear that Arielle wanted to talk about something other than her family and Alexia could respect that, gossip was never something good anyway, everything always ended up being some very twisted form of the truth. “I did.” She said, getting her potions kit and placing it on the table. Arielle was always a step ahead, having the herbs ready to go. She was a bit jealous that she was always the one prepared. She thought that it made her look like a slacker but they worked so well together. “So what happens if this goes wrong?” She asked, knowing that with their teamwork it would be unlikely but there was always that chance.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Sept 15, 2017 21:23:16 GMT -7
Let’s face the facts, being a Clarke was not a walk in the park. While everyone might envy Arielle for her family’s wealth and respect in the Wizarding World, there was so much more to being a Clarke then people realized. There was a reputation to uphold and unrealistic standards thrust at the young on a daily basis. It was suffocating. Which was why Arielle was relieved when the conversation shifted to the potion they were going to try and brew. She liked potions and herbs better. They were easier to understand. When it came to potions, there was no hidden message. They followed the instructions and the potion did what they expected. Easy. Straightforward.
“Umm...” Arielle picked up the textbook and scanned the page. “Side effects include obnoxious singing” she giggled. Was that really considered a side effect? She almost wanted to experience an unsuspecting soul ingesting the potion and bursting into song. It would make the halls much more interesting they the mundane murmur of gossip. “I think we’ll be okay” Arielle decided. She linked her fingers together and then stretched out her arms in front of her in preparation. Next she performed circles with her wrists to relieve any further stress before they began. “Ready?”
Alexia didn’t mind talking about Arielle’s family, she was actually curious about more of the well known pure names in the world she lived in. Those were the people who had the power to influence not just the people around them but the entire world. Of course Alexis wasn’t after power, just popularity but she didn’t want it have it just thrust upon her, she actually liked the effort that it took in making friends. It felt more genuine that way. She wondered how many people tried to be the Gryffindor’s friend just because of the last name that she carried around with her. Surely, it would have been hard to weasel out the fakes.
“Obnoxious singing? I almost want to fail on purpose.” She giggled at her own words, of course them messing up the potion would be something near impossible, both girls were more advanced for their age and the potions wasn’t all that difficult to begin with, the ingredients list looked rather basic. Lexi pulled the hair tie from her wrist and knotted her hair up into a bun, making sure to clip back any flyaways with bobby pins she pulled from her pocket. Hair in potions spelled disaster. “Let’s work our magic.” She was ready to go as she reached for her own book, re-reading the first few steps a few more times to make sure that they were perfect.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Oct 6, 2017 10:51:40 GMT -7
Arielle definitely understood why Alexia wanted to fail on purpose. The idea of the hallways filled with obnoxiously happy people was rather endearing. It would make for some hilarious stories afterwards. At the same time, Arielle and Alexia had a habit of being perfectionists when they worked together. “There shouldn’t be anything too dangerous about this potion” Arielle stated while she began to light the little flame beneath the cauldron and put a small amount of water in it. She had learned in first year that most potion recipes neglected to tell the potioneers that they started with a small amount of water.
The Gryffindor handed the ladle to her blonde companion from Hufflepuff knowing Alexia was much more comfortable at the head of the potion then fiddling with the plants involved. “Step one is to add enough peppermint until the liquid turns red” Arielle red out loud. She looked to her spread of various plants until she found the right one labelled peppermint. She plucked it from the ground and faced Alexia. “Ready?” Waiting for the nod before she began sprinkling in the peppermint as Alexia stirred.
“Once it is red, we add Shrivelfig until it turns turquoise” Arielle read the next direction while they worked on the first one. It still amazed her what these plants could do when mixed with a little bit of water and heat.
Alexia rarely like to fail anything, especially potions. She was sure that it was her calling. Even some of the more advanced potions for her year she could accomplish with only a little more effort but it was nice having Arielle with her. If something happened or they successfully pulled it off it would be wonderful to have someone to share the experience with. Alexia was all about making memories with others. Still, having each corridor filled with singing and laughter sounded like a nice change, most people groaned after finding out how much homework they had to do that night.
While Herbology was such a vital part of potion making Alexia felt much more comfortable stirring the mixture than crushing and cutting up what needed to be tossed into the cauldron. The peppermint fell into the cauldron graceful as Alexia gave it a stir, continuously going until the liquid was a beginning to turn red color. “Are they wanting blood red or a generic red?” She asked, careful not to over stir anything that would spell disaster, or at least singing in the hallways.
The next color would be one of her favorites, she loved turquoise and it always excited her when a potion became that color. “I always have high hopes for potions that turn turquoise, I think it’s good luck.” It sounded like such a silly thing but the good luck hadn’t failed her yet.
Post by Arielle Clarke on Oct 29, 2017 17:58:02 GMT -7
Arielle wasn't one hundred percent sure of the answer to Alexia's question. The book didn't specify. She hated when they left it open to interpretation like that but she could suppose it was what made a good potioneer good. Knowing those sorts of things made it easier for the person brewing the potion. She shrugged. "Better go generic red” Arielle decided. It was safer. What happened if they waited too long for the red to darken? The potion might explode or catch on fire or worse. It could easily become poisonous. Arielle didn’t want to risk that. She would rather be safe.
Arielle counted as she sprinkled the peppermint into the potion. She liked to know the seconds it took before the potion turned the colour she wanted. Another odd quirk but it would help her in the future. Slowly the liquid took on a pink tinge and then darkened to be a desirable red tone. As Alexia stirred, Arielle slowed the addition of peppermint to a halt and waited for the potion to finally settle on a suitable colour as it absorbed the magical properties of the plant she had added.
“What makes it such a good luck colour?” Arielle asked while digging through the pouches of herbs for the next plant they needed. She was genuinely curious. It wasn’t just her trying to make conversation. The young girl didn’t believe in luck. If she did, her life might be a little different. She found the shrivelfig and plucked some of the plant out of her pouch. Alexia continued to stir and Arielle added the next ingredient carefully watching the change of colour. They did not want it to get too blue, at least not until all the shrivelfig was added to the potion. It was meant to go blue eventually but that was the next step according to their book.