Put the Lime in the Coconut

Professor Hall sat at his desk within the vast Potions classroom. It hadn't taken him very long at all to make himself at home in terms of his classroom, office, and personal quarters. At this very moment he was sitting with his feet propped up on the desk. His cane was casually draped across his lap; it supported his elbows as he held up a potions textbook meant for the beyond-Hogwarts-level student. As he read, the tune of Harry Nilsson's "Put the Lime in the Coconut" played in the background.

Everything was set: the desks, chairs, and cauldrons were all set out and cleaned by the house-elves. The ingredients cupboard and utensil drawers were unlocked. Gage had even taken to writing his name on the board:


Only one ingredient remained before the class could start: students.