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Bazinga
Bart was still coughing, coughing and splattering flames all over the place. He put his hand over his mouth but the flames just went through his fingers and out towards book boy and the girl that seemed to be helping. That was nice of her not like book boy who just stood there and grinning. He uncovered his mouth and coughed all over the boy. Take that.. even if it didn't hurt he could still take that.
Trying to hold in the coughing because it was getting to much even if he was enjoying chunky flames all over the boy he was tired of coughing, but forcing the cough to stop pushed out a final potion swallowing, burning smelling fart that wasn't quiet at all.
"Merlin that potion is worse than eating all those eggs with the groundskeeper." He waved from the smell and realized the coughing had stopped. Looking at the girl (Hawthorne he gave a little smile,
"I think I'm good now thanks though." Coughing all over and stuff.
"If you want to try your potion on me that's fine." He was up for getting flames blown on him.
Unless it came from book boy, because his potion probably didn't even work and someone will get burned.
Just as he was about to try and send a flame of fire out at Bart, Ian heard a combination of that horrid smell mixed with a hacking, coughing fart that set Ian about to gagging again. The problem with trying to contain your vomit however was a terrible bit of drooling, which when mixed with this firebreathing potion caused Ian to spill a warming, tickly fluid down the front of his face and through his fingers. This startled him and he inadvertently swallowed the mouthful of potion he had placed in his mouth to flame at Bart with. The reaction was sudden and intense as molten liguid scorched the inside of his throat all the way to his stomach. Ian let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded like a strangling cat as the pain overwhelmed him.
AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Ian clutched at first his throat and then his belly as his insides began to turn and roil. The pain was awful. He knew the others had only tried a teaspoon. He had swallowed at least 2 times that amount. He rolled onto the floor clutching his stomach as the pain overshadowed any sense of embarrassment. He tried to blow out the heat and steam and bits of scraggly flame escaped his mouth, but it didn't quench the fire in his belly. He just rolled back and forth on the floor, hoping the pain would leave him soon.