It was a cold and windy evening at Hogwarts, students were relaxing on their last day before the term restarted, house elves were bustling in the kitchens to start on dinner, and a select few students were heading towards the dungeons, towards the new smiling professor’s office. An elite club has formed, discovering the sensual and seductive arts of potions. As a part of the club, I had the honor of sitting around the table, eating blueberry pie, telling each other about ourselves, and what we’d like to do in the club. the group I sat with seemed to be very excellent with potions.They also seemed to show their recreational loves, a few of us each having something in common, making me grow fond already of this circle.
In the group was, of course, the professor, Professor Zemeckis, Myself, Nyle Arens, Helena Arlet, Evander Lennox, Cybil Deverill, Lillibeth Bennet, Esmee Squeegee, and Mariette Lafleur.After speaking with Professor Zemeckis, asking how she felt about our first meeting, she spoke of us just getting to know each other and telling about ourselves. “-And as your instructor, I seek to nurture my apprentices and fond over the strengths, instead. For you see, a coven can not succeed if it’s members odiously private.” The professor, herself, seems determined to have a close and, as i feel, caring potions circle, making me very excited to see what is up ahead for future meetings.