Potions Lesson Two - Third Years

[Raven 'The Sweeney' Drake]

Raven had been in her classroom some while now, the Highmaster had given her some drugs to take that would hopefully make her less crazy when teaching her lessons, safe to say, she had not taken them, where would the fun be in being sane when she was teaching?

Chuckling a little to herself Raven tossed the last ingredients into the cauldron and watched as the liquid turned jet black, the draught of living death, of course they wouldn't be learning this right away, she just needed a test subject.

Waiting, sitting cross legged on her desk, head tilted to one side as she watched the door Raven absent mindedly waited for her class to enter, her name, written in a suspicious red liquid on the wall.

"Sweeney's waiting..." she whispered