Professor Horace E. F. Slughorn (slug_club) wrote in darkmark_rising, @ 2009-10-29 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurea vanhorn, eli bucklin, lily evans, septima vector, severus snape |
Who: Horace Slughorn, Severus Snape, Septima Vector, Eli Bucklin, and [OPEN]
Where: Potions classroom antechamber
When: Thursday afternoon until evening
What: Magical Animal Autopsy! (subtitle: It's only neurosurgery)
Rating: PG-13 for implied surgery!
The slaughter was in no way a blessing, but it was not without its upside. Horace did not waver from this belief, and while whomever was outside of the school wished to rattle Hogwart's foundations with a vulgarly phrased threat, the castle would stand the test of time, and its inhabitants would not be defeated. Whatever the Prophet said, Dumbledore had his own connections and support network. It was not public opinion that ruled the world, but private support. Slughorn had always known that.
He had gone outside with Miss Mullet and Mr. E. Williamson to collect the magical creatures with serviceable parts: there was quite the selection--a hippocampus and their valuable kidneys; half a dozen murtlap, the double headed creature--evidently from the forest--draped with a white cloth to cover its somewhat humanoid form, the two thestral he had managed to salvage, and a few smaller reptiles and rodents, used by the students of the class. It was a veritable goldmine, but some were almost more museum pieces, though they wouldn't be for long.
Horace was already elbow deep in a speckled kappa, brushing away the connective film covering the aquatic animal's precious green liver when students began to arrive. The liver, speckled like its owner was a vital, if undervalued component of beguiling draughts, and always better fresh. Hogwarts did not cover part collection in potions or care of magical creatures, thus this was an invaluable opportunity for students of Hogwarts to learn a vital aspect of advanced potionmaking. It was a pity so few had taken him up on the offer. And none of his Slug Club. That would change. Though to be honest, Horace's excitement was far more his own self interest.
"Well!" Horace Slughorn beamed at the student who walked in. He had long removed his robe and rolled up his sleeves. The potionsmaster wiped his hands on the leather apron and gestured around the room. "We have quite a selection, I've made a list. Let's see what interests you!"
He normally only reserved this level of excitement for parties.