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He sold these with his cousins, so of course he'd known them by heart. Teacher Enji seemed interested. “Oh? You sent them to the water?” Mac smiled. “No. We ship them from water to here,” he said, emphasizing the word 'water' and 'here's while pointing his index finger downward. Teacher Enji's eyes sparkled with amusement and he hummed. “Amazing. Early business. Good for you guys. So tell me, afte making all of those potions, what is chemistry to you?” Mac shrugged. "Honestly? Like cooking. It doesn’t feel different from cooking.”

says Grid, and the teacher walks in, leading to class happening. Chemistry has interesting aspects, but today it's difficult to understand. Largely because my eyes aren't working that nicely. It's like lead is dripping down from the ceiling and collecting in my head, which could be a bucket. Getting heavier with each drop and tilting to one side or the other, my eyelids are deadweight.

"K-i-s-s-i-n-g.' Caitlyn and I sang. Gazelle laughed as Tishe walked away from us. "That'll teach her to make fun of people." Caitlyn said as we reached our lockers. "Must you guys talk so loudly. I mean, the entire hallway can freaking hear you." Tishe said, crossly. I smirked as I opened my locker taking out my Chemistry, Civic Education and Estate History textbooks. "I do hope our Chemistry class is going to be interesting. My old Chemistry teacher was dreadfully dull." Gazelle said to me. I shrugged. "It's boring sometimes, but that's only if Mr Ogunsanya is taking us. If Professor Dike is taking us then get ready to have lot of chemical fun."

There had to be some reason, some cause—she just could not find it. Two days later, Leesa stared at her television in astonishment and dismay. Things had been going smoothly these first few days back at school. Her classes were good—no more physics, thank god. None of her choices this semester were going to be as much fun as Vampire Science, but her second psychology class looked like it would be as interesting as the first one, and since she had always liked history, she expected her American History class to be good as well. Sociology promised to be okay, as did part two of the required English literature series, which ran from 1900 to the present. There was even an Anne Rice book on the r

There, I climb into bed with it, digging into my sandwich as I simultaneously open my Chemistry book, getting started where I left off this morning. The material is fascinating to me, thank goodness. I mean, I’ve studied chemistry before, but as I work my way through our assigned chapters I realize that this text has been specifically designed for precisely the kind of chemical study that an assassin might need. I frown for a moment but am ultimately unsurprised when I flip to the front of the book, looking for the author’s name. I find it, immediately under the title. Dr. Francis Neumann. I laugh, shaking my head – of course he wrote it, just for us.

Her words weren't any instructions. But an order. "Miracle!" He grabbed her wrist and shot an awkward smile when he saw the teacher glance back at them before entering the class. "Don't. Touch. Me." Miracle scowled, swinging away his arm and leaving him behind. During the chemistry lesson, Nancy flipped open her reference book and began drawing the conical flask, filter funnel, and sodium hydroxide crystals to explain the formation of sodium hydroxide solution. To contrast the solution with the rest of the illustrations, she purposely sketched it with pink chalk.

--- He studied. The reading list was long and he was working through it in order, which his instructor had recommended and which he'd followed because her recommendations had a track record. The flavour chemistry was dense and required his full attention — the way molecules interacted, the way heat changed structure, the way a single degree of temperature could be the difference between something that worked and something that didn't. He took notes in a notebook he'd bought specifically for this purpose, a black Moleskine with a ribbon bookmark, and he wrote small and neat and legibly, the way his mother had taught him.

No more hours of lessons excited Debbie. All the lessons that she hates like English, Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry, which according to her all the lessons were very very boring. Just makes Debbie dizzy and sleepy. While the lessons that she likes such as sports or arts are more preferred theory than practice, such as working on worksheets until the last chapter.

I think I got a liking for that position and my seat was always by the window. Middle rows are like middle children, they're mostly ignored. That way, I didn't have to get the undue attention I would get from sitting in the front or back rows. I settled down and brought out my books to prepare for the lesson. I love Chemistry but I had never taken AP Chemistry in Pakistan because there was no such thing. Choosing it when I got here was just the spur of the moment. The teacher came in. One look at her and I regretted coming to this class.

"That's it here in Ravenclaw's dormitories. Let's go to the next one." Erik then exits the room, followed by Professor Flitwick and the Aurors, and walks back to the Common Room. Arriving on it, he calls for Susan. "Susan, did you find any pattern?" "Of course I did, Erik. The books missing are the ones on Rituals, the introductory volumes to healing, enchantment, alchemy and magecraft, and all the books on human behavior and non-magical literature." *sigh* Erik sighed listening to her report. Professor Flitwick was alarmed at that.