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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 13:30:22 GMT
With a loud groan, Graham got up and slowly walked his way to the washing bin. The moon had just disappeared once again and brought him back to his human state. His body was still shaking from the transformation but the damage could’ve been worse. When he was young Graham never appreciated his own skill in potions. But now he was grateful for this ability. He could make his own wolfsbane potion as he didn’t trust anyone with it but himself. It surprised him how much wolfsbane he had to make. How many werewolf students were there at this school? The problem was bigger than he expected. Werewolves who targeted children were the lowest scum. Everyone who dared to harm an innocent child deserved the worst punishment. He wanted to help those poor werewolf children. The best he could do for now was just make the potion perfectly.
The Potions Professor tried to wash his thoughts away with the cold water that streamed out of the faucet. The man groaned and stared down into the water. He should get some books from the library to research on the matter. Getting dressed was always a struggle because his left arm was basically useless from below the elbow. Thank Merlin that Mimi was here to get him dressed. When settled he decided to go to the library, he still had four hours until his first class.
As a teacher he had access to the forbidden section. A part he’d never used as a student. Graham had always been a good little nerd. His father often wondered how he wasn't’ sorted into Ravenclaw. He found some books that might give him more insight on making the wolfsbane potion more effective. The man knew he should probably get some sleep before class would started but once he had set his mind on something he wanted to finish it. If he’d attempt to sleep now, he probably wouldn’t be able to relax. Or so he thought. Because after about an hour of reading and making notes, Graham fell asleep on his still drying piece of parchment. His body simply gave out on his mind.
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