As you open the old yet sturdy oak door leading into the potions classroom, a black-robed man with a hooked nose looks up from the steaming cauldron he is stirring at the front of the hall, his obsidian eyes narrowing at the sight of the newcomer.

He steps away from the lavender glow of the bubbling concoction, placing back a jar of dried herbs within the shelves before glancing over to you once again: his voice slightly exasperated.

"Is there something I can help you with...?"