#potions class

[accio-bagel]

[zoedora]

I love the tumblr format to post my long size illustrations. I spent a lot of time doing them and they still are my fav artworks of 2024

[basiatlu]

Day 9: Potion - Poison??

Harry is doing his very best, you guys.

[wizgays]

Draco and Harry, if they had just accepted their feelings during hogwarts

Draco: Surprised you haven’t blown up the Potions classroom yet, Potter

Harry: Jealous of my brewing skills, Malfoy? Or just looking for a reason to sit closer?

Draco: *smirks* As if I’d want to copy you, I prefer doing it the right way

Harry: Right way? It seems like you just want to show off

Draco: *leans in* And if I was, would it be working?

Harry: Depends on who you’re trying to impress

Draco: I think you know

[whizzing-fizzbee]

[uhhlifeig]

Potions Dungeons - Nov. 26 - word count: 345 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Potions classroom was damp, the dim light of enchanted lanterns flickering against the stone walls. 

Sirius Black settled into his usual seat beside Remus Lupin, watching as Slughorn bustled to the front.

“Today,” the man announced once he was at the front of the classroom, “you’ll be brewing Amortentia. I hope you know what it does, as we have studied the concept for a few weeks now. Instructions are on the board. Begin.”

Remus went to the storeroom to grab the ingredients, coming back to Sirius leaning back in his chair, twirling his wand idly. His stomach fluttered, but he pushed the feeling down, sitting and placing the materials on the desk.

The dog animagus looked at his friend, putting his wand away and pulling out a knife from his Potions kit. “I’ll chop the mint, Moony.”

“Try not to slice your finger off,” the dirty blonde snarked.

As they finished, the potion began to shimmer, and a mist rose in soft spirals, curling into the air like ghostly tendrils.

“That’s it,” Remus said. “It’s done.”

Sirius leaned closer to the cauldron, inhaling deeply.

He blinked, turning to look at his Potions partner. “Weird.”

Remus frowned, wafting some of the mist into his nose. He froze as the scents enveloped him: smoke, grass, and leather- as well as a whiff of wet dog.

“No way,” he whispered. “No fucking way. Sirius?”

The noiret evidently heard, looking him straight in the eyes and smirking.  “Do you have anything to say to me, Moons?”

The werewolf blushed. “I- er, well-”

“Continue…”

“Padfoot… will you go out with me?” The words practically flew out of Remus’s mouth, causing him to turn even more red and cover his face in embarrassment.

Sirius smiled, gently prying his friend’s hands from his face, causing the scarred boy to look at him. “Of course I will. All you had to do was ask, mon cœur.”

“God, Sirius- are you trying to kill me? This is unfair,” the younger boy groaned, the tips of his ears turning red. “French? In class? Really?”

[karmaspidr]

Snape: Parker! What is all this?

Peter: It's a chemistry set... sir.

Snape: Where is your cauldron?

Peter: Don't need it, sir. I've been experimenting, and I learned that this is a far more efficient way to brew potions.

Snape: scoffs As if a mere student could outdo centries of Potion Masters. And with useless muggle contraptions no less. Clear this rubbish immediately, Parker. 20 points from Ravenclaw.

Peter: What's wrong, Snivellus? Are you scared of being outperformed by a Mudblood.

Snape: ...

One Hour Later

Snape, in a corner with an inferior potion by his feet: How?!?!

Peter: Science, bitch.

[intothepast9]

eye of a newt, eye to the soul

written for @pandalilymicrofics 1 April prompt "marvelous"

wc 506

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“Slughorn called her work marvelous,” Lily said again to Marlene.

“Ok, so Lovegood is clever at potions too. But why is that a problem? You know Slughorn thinks you’re the cleverest witch in our year. He’s literally already provided references to you for every potions apprenticeship in the UK, and you’ve been accepted at half of them already when it’s not even Christmas!”

“It’s just that I hadn’t thought of crushing the newt’s eye instead of dicing it!” Lily insisted.

“OK, why is that an issue?”

“Well,” Lily tried to rationalise it. She felt like she was skirting the issue and that Marlene would be riled up when she compared this to her experiences with Severus, with whom she’d been potions partners until fifth year, but then, she wanted to distract Marlene. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she had to change the subject a little, like there was something she didn’t want to get too close to. “When we got to Hogwarts, Severus had al these ideas about how to innovate on our potions, and I didn’t know how he came up with them. But when I studied more, I could usually anticipate what he was going to suggest. It made me feel like I was good enough; like I could be something in the wizarding world.”

“Lily, this is one time! Someone had an idea you didn’t; you literally made the potion perfectly; why is it an issue if one time someone thought of a way to make it slightly better?” Marlene must have thought she was crazy.

“But she’s a sixth year! I’ve already had a year of NEWT potions—I should know more than her! But… she looked in my eyes once, across the room, and it was like she knew everything, not just about potions, but about life, about me...” Lily realised she was slightly sweaty from mentioning that, like it was too intimate.

Marlene stepped back, a smile growing on her face. “I don’t think this is about potions,” she said mischievously.

“Marlene, what do you mean?”

“Er,” Marlene paused. “Tell me more about her eyes.”

 “They’re really pretty, you know.”

“Um-hum,” Marlene nodded.

“I mean objectively! They’re so deep and dark—like it’s so cheesy most of the time when people say eyes are the window to the soul, but I felt like she knew everything about me in that moment, and I wanted to know what she saw—if I’m ultimately good or bad or worthy of… ugh, I don’t know! I feel like she knows everything, and potions is only the tip of the iceberg!”

“Ok,” Marlene said. “For reference, all I’ve noticed about her eyes is that they’re brown.”

“Well, have you ever really looked at her?”

“Actually, yeah. I spent like an hour talking with her at a Ravenclaw party last month that Dorcas took me to.”

Lily groaned. “Do you think I’m insane?”

 “No, I think you should talk to her.” Marlene grinned. “Try to find out what she knows about you.”

~~~

I haven't written microfics before but I kinda want to try every day this month. Won't always be greaet (this isn't) but it sounds fun :) I've got a couple busy times so I won't post every day but *hopefully* I'll be quick at filling the backlog

[atniqueink]

Potions.

tom riddle x reader.

Tom Riddle steps in to fix your potion, his presence commanding and focused. As he guides you, his hand briefly brushes yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you. Despite his sharp words, there’s a strange calm in his actions, leaving you unsettled and unsure of what just passed between you.

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Your cauldron sputtered dangerously, the potion inside frothing in a way that was far from correct. You hesitated, scanning the textbook for a solution, when a sharp voice interrupted your panicked thoughts.

“Stop.”

You looked up to see Tom Riddle standing over your station, his piercing gaze fixed on the cauldron. Without waiting for your permission, he reached out and took the powdered root from your hands.

“You’re going to ruin it,” he said, his tone clipped but calm. “Move.”

You stepped aside, flustered, as Tom took control of the situation. He worked with practiced ease, adding a pinch of powder and stirring the potion with deliberate movements. His fingers brushed yours briefly as he reached for the stirring rod, and the unexpected contact sent a jolt up your arm.

“Pay attention,” he said sharply, his eyes flicking to yours. “You might actually learn something.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, watching as he brought the potion back under control. The once-chaotic mixture settled into a smooth, shimmering surface.

“This isn’t just about following instructions,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “It’s about understanding what you’re doing. Anticipating what the potion needs.”

His hand grazed yours again as he adjusted the placement of the mortar and pestle on your workstation. The touch was fleeting, but it left your skin tingling. You glanced at him, but his expression remained composed, focused entirely on the task at hand.

“I know,” you murmured, though the words felt inadequate under his scrutiny.

“Do you?” he countered, his dark eyes locking onto yours. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re guessing.”

“I’m not,” you protested, though your voice wavered.

Tom’s lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but close. “Then prove it.”

He stepped back slightly, his presence still overwhelming despite the small distance. “Add the last ingredient,” he instructed, holding your gaze. “Slowly. Precisely.”

You hesitated, your hands trembling as you measured out the final component. Tom’s hand hovered just above yours, not quite touching but close enough that you could feel the heat of his skin.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and even.

You added the ingredient, your heart pounding as the potion shifted into the pearlescent sheen described in the textbook. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as relief washed over you.

“Well done,” Tom said, though there was no warmth in his tone—only a cool, measured approval.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours as he reached for the stirring rod. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said, his voice lowering slightly. His dark eyes lingered on yours, and for a moment, the air between you felt charged. “Next time, you won’t have me to save you.”

With that, he turned and returned to his own station, leaving you with a perfect potion—and a heart that refused to settle.

[stayblrofficial]

The classroom bubbles with excitement as Professor Val wheels in the Chaos Cart — a rattling trolley overflowing with magical, mysterious, and downright weird ingredients. Today’s assignment? Create a unique potion using any 3 ingredients from the cart.

✨ Writing

Write a short scene or story (max ~500 words) where your SKZ member (or your character) is in Potions Class.

✨Art

Design the potion bottle and/or illustrate the SKZ member brewing it! You can show the potion in action, the messy aftermath of the class, or just a pretty bottle glowing with energy.

You must:

Choose 3 items from the Chaos Cart 

Describe what kind of potion they decide to make

What the potion does when tested

A visual label or name

How does it work?

Reblog in your submission! 🪄✨

🔮The Chaos Cart 

Chan’s spicy noodles

Hair of Dori

Dwaekki essence (be creative!)

Eggplant

Chicken feather

Whisker of a quokka

Claw of dog

Jeongin’s energy drinks

Chan's laptop

Rabbit's foot

Pig's nose

An americano

A ray of pure sunshine

Hyunjin's paintbrush

A piece of Seungmin's building

Eye of a fox

💫 Bonus Spellwork!

The potion with the most enchanted chatter in the community will earn bonus points!

🪄 Only one comment per witch or wizard will count toward your total. 🪄 To work its magic, a comment must say: — What happens if you drink the potion? — Who might you give it to (friend or foe)? — How would you use it in a magical duel or quest? — ETC. ( It must be related!)

(Simple charms like “this is cute” or “nice work” won’t impress the professors — let’s see some real spellwork!)

Divider credits : @firefly-graphics

Banner : @valkyriexo

[accio-bagel]

[fannedandflawless]

How Not to Die in Potions Class: A Surviving Student’s Guide

Spoiler: You probably won’t.

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Foundations of Fear & Minor Explosions

Year 1 – Introduction to Utter Silence

The only subject where crying is graded—and deducted.

Lesson Highlights:

Don’t speak. Don’t smile. Ever.

Identification of basic ingredients while being glared at.

Take notes without breathing too loud.

Learn to stir clockwise while rethinking your life.

Midterm: Stir clockwise without crying. Final Exam: Brew a basic Cure for Boils while resisting the urge to die.

—

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Developing Terror & Cauldron Confidence

Year 2 – Brewing Under Duress

Attendance mandatory. Joy optional. Dignity not guaranteed.

Lesson Highlights:

Handling volatile ingredients without friends or emotional support.

Safety goggles are for the weak.

When to duck.

Midterm: Identify 12 poisons using only scent and existential dread. Final: Draught of Peace. You may not consume your own.

—

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Read At Your Own Risk

Year 3 – Intermediate Brewing & Disappointment

Side effects may include terror, talent, and emotional suppression.

Lesson Highlights:

Personal failure as a teaching tool.

Essays annotated in red ink and contempt.

Why you are not clever enough for Wolfsbane.

Midterm: Brewing a Shrinking Solution without shrinking your pride. Final: Group project with someone you loathe.

—

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Now With Less Mercy

Year 4 – Precision & Passive Aggression

Same dread. New term.

Lesson Highlights:

Brewing for accuracy while being judged.

Passive insults in constructive feedback.

Ingredients that mirror your emotional instability.

Midterm: Befriend your cauldron. It’s the only one who listens. Final: Veritaserum attempt. Tell no one you tried.

—

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Advanced Fear & Consequences

Year 5 – Brewing with Burdens

Still no joy. Still no praise.

Lesson Highlights:

The art of silence in a room full of Gryffindors.

Polyjuice Potion theory (you are not approved to attempt).

Evaluating the weight of your regrets via potion.

Midterm: Complex antidotes under emotionally manipulative instruction. Final: Calming Draught, brewed under duress (yours).

—

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Survival is Extra Credit

Year 6 – Selective Privilege & Academic Fear

And you’re still behind.

Lesson Highlights:

Welcome to N.E.W.T. level. You probably won’t survive.

Ingredient theory—what separates “gifted” from “lucky.”

Brewing as battle strategy.

Midterm: Felix Felicis theory and why you don’t deserve it. Final: Draught of Living Death. Brew it, don’t drink it. Unless.

—

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: The Unforgivable Term

Year 7 – Mastery, Misery & That One Look

You’re not here for learning. You’re here for war.

Lesson Highlights:

Brewing under moral ambiguity.

Healing potions and the cost of saving lives.

Ethics? Discuss with someone softer.

Midterm: Create your own potion. Defend it with your life. Final: Surprise. It’s not the potion you’re being graded on. It’s who you’ve become.

—

To those who survived all seven years:

You may now identify poisons by scent, assess a Gryffindor’s intellect in under five seconds, and brew under duress with your eyes closed.

Congratulations. You are not unscarred.

Should you experience recurring nightmares involving cauldrons, parchment margins, or a voice deducting house points for existing, do not contact the school.

We did warn you.

[basiatlu]

Day 5: Cauldron

“Oh, figures…”

Man oh man, I did not think I would make it in time! I am sleepy but it was worth it. This is probably the ‘loosest’ drawing so far but it’s super cute to me, all the same.

What do you think they smell, hm? 🤭✨

[miss--soapy]

Garreth during potions class!

[steph1229]

I like Garreth 🥴

[fluffyneondinosaur]

snape teacher headcanon

Okay so Snape was a pretty spiteful, sarcastic teacher, and he did do everything in his power to be seen as harsh and unforgiving by his students. But I headcanon the one thing that he didn't do was not let students go to the bathroom if they asked.

I think that snape understood that brewing a potion while distracted was a recipe for disaster, and he really would rather not have any of his students die because he didn't let them go.

I also think that he learned his lesson after blowing up a few cauldrons when he was younger, when he needed to go during class, but was too embarrassed to ask in front of james and co.

It's not that he was trying to be seen as a good teacher at all, but just out of practicality.