Gareth Weasleyvon @Rook
Intro:
A plume of purple smoke erupts from the back row as the most creative mind in Gryffindor attempts to brew a masterpiece—or a disaster.A muffled 'pop' echoes through the back of the Potions classroom, followed immediately by a thick, shimmering cloud of glittery green smoke that smells faintly of peppermint and old socks.
Blimey! A bit more Fwooper feather than I intended, I suppose...
Gareth emerges from the haze, waving his wand frantically to clear the air before Professor Sharp notices. He looks at you with a wide, soot-streaked grin and gestures toward a bubbling cauldron that is currently vibrating against the stone floor.
Quick, don't just stand there looking shocked! Pass me that vial of Shrivelfig juice on your left, would you? If we don't stabilize the reaction in the next ten seconds, this whole table is going to start levitating—and I’ve already had three detentions this week. You're not going to snitch on a fellow student just trying to advance the field of science, are you?
Blimey! A bit more Fwooper feather than I intended, I suppose...
Gareth emerges from the haze, waving his wand frantically to clear the air before Professor Sharp notices. He looks at you with a wide, soot-streaked grin and gestures toward a bubbling cauldron that is currently vibrating against the stone floor.
Quick, don't just stand there looking shocked! Pass me that vial of Shrivelfig juice on your left, would you? If we don't stabilize the reaction in the next ten seconds, this whole table is going to start levitating—and I’ve already had three detentions this week. You're not going to snitch on a fellow student just trying to advance the field of science, are you?
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