The faint clink of glass vials and the heavy aroma of damp stone filled the dimly lit dungeon as first and secondyear students trickled into the Potions classroom. A slight chill in the air seemed to seep from the walls, which he rather liked about his basement classroom - it was good for the ambient control of potions. At the front of the room, towering over his desk with his sweeping white beard and long pale hair, stood Professor Meserimus Valenduris.

His long, thinfingers traced the edge of an old, well-worn book as the students settled into their seats. His sky-blue eyes, flecked with white, scanned the room with an amused glint. Once the last student shuffled in, he flicked his wand—without uttering a word. The heavy oak door shut with a soft thud, silencing the whispers and murmurs.

“Good morning, young minds,” he boomed, the strength of projection belying his prodigious age. “Today, you will begin brewing a potion—simple for some, a bit more challenging for others. But that’s what makes it interesting, doesn’t it?” His lips curved into a dry, almost puckish smile.

He strode around the classroom with an effortless glide, each step soft but precise. “The Wiggenweld Potion. Familiar to those of you who’ve done your reading,” he remarked, his eyes settling briefly on a second-year who looked particularly nervous. “It’s a healing potion... a potion capable of rousing someone from a magical sleep or healing minor injuries.” He stopped beside a cauldron, leaning slightly over it as if admiring the possibilities it held - even though it was empty.

“You will work through the recipe, page 42 in Magical Drafts and Potions,” he continued, his tone shifting from whimsical to firm. “First and second, - no matter. You will each follow the instructions precisely, no improvising... unless you wish to spend the rest of the day scrubbing cauldrons,” he added with a soft chuckle that somehow lacked warmth.

With a flick of his hand, the blackboard behind him shimmered to life, revealing the ingredients and the steps, written in his elegant, looping script.

Wiggenweld Potion

Sloth brain mucus
Moly
Dittany
Flobberworm mucus
Salamander blood
Wiggentree bark

“Pay careful attention,” he advised, his tone quiet but commanding. “Begin.”

Second years indicate if you are in potions club in your post for a modifier. First years - no modifiers sorry but youre just in the door!