Private Tutorial (Open)

[Constantine Vaughann]

Constantine took two vials full with reddish liquid out from the storage room and placed them on the wooden table along with some red roses; he was waiting for some of his students to come to his now empty potion room, since they planned to have a private tutorial with him. He decided since it would be their first tutorial he will give them a rather interesting topic instead the boring loss-hair potion or something along that nature. Tonight he will try to give them the tutorial of how to make the Love Potion #9, a rather interesting potion at that.

'When swallowed it affects the vocal cords directly so that when you speak microtremors encoded within your voice stimulate tiny little hairs in the inner ear of the opposite sex. The hair vibrates, sending a signal along a nerve to the brain, which in turn produces a combination of mood-altering, endogenous chemicals responsible for the biochemical process of falling in love. It makes members of the same sex hostile. It only works for four hours at a time.'

He smiled as he read what was written inside their textbook about the certain love potion; this one would be very interestign for most of his students, especially since--he had to admit--he did have some feelings for a certain girl, a feelings he should never posses for a girl eleven years younger than himself. Smirking at the thought, the professor shook his head and sat on his stool, waiting for his students to join.

[Ainsley Armani]

Ainsley rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat up in her bed. She had decided to take a small nap in the afternoon, thinking that she could rely on her friends to wake her up in time for her scheduled tutor lesson. She slowly swung her legs over to the side of the bed, looking to the clock with a dazed expression before it occurred to her: she was running late. She had slept in twenty minutes too long. Good thing she hadn't decided to change into her pj's. She grabbed her over-sized jacket and potions book before running out of the Goodwin wing, heading toward the potion's classroom as fast as possible.

She slowed down as she saw the door come into her sight. She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing before she graped the door knob, twisting it ever so slowly, as to not disturb the session if she really was as late as she thought she was. And to her relief, it seemed that her clock was early, seeing as the room was empty. Well, empty no counting the professor. She smiled kindly at Constantine, laying her book on a desk. "Not too early, am I?" She inquired, braking the silence of the classroom with her voice.

[hope that was okay.]

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[Constantine Vaughann]

Constantine was grading the homeworks when the door being opened and Ainsley herself entered the room, sending something very much felt like a series of shockwaves through his veins as he saw her. There was something about her that made him unable to kept his eyes off her, either it was the way she walks or the way she smiles or the... oh sheesh, now he sounded like a teenager in love. The Potion Master shook his head as the gorgeous lady saying her remarks about not being too early; she was late, a little bit unusual, but he could tolerates her. He could always tolerates her in almost everything.

"No...actually you are a little late, Miss Armani. But I will let that slide since none of your group-mates seems willing enough to appear on time" he chuckled. He motioned her to come closer, all the same time trying to keep his hearbeats to normal, then showed her the page about the potion they were going to brew today. "Love potion #9... I bet it would come handy for a sixth year, wouldn't it?" he joked a bit, trying to broke the ice. He wanted this for a long time, to spend more time in private with her, and he would do anything to make sure she had a good time.