It was a few hours before dinner time as the second year Gryffindor made his way to the Laboratory in the dungeons. He had realised in class that he had a thing for the subject and believe it or not, he wanted to learn more and see if he could brew a simple potion on his own. It was a pretty tough decision though, considering that he most likely would see his most hated Professor but it was a risk he was willing to take. After all, he disliked the man, not the subject.

As he stood outside of the room he noticed a notebook and went to take a look. Write name date and hour? seriously? they couldn't just enter and brew some potions? LAAAME! He opened his bag and grabbed out a muggle pen before opening the notebook. It came as a surprise to him that no one else had written in it yet. He scribbled down the information and then checked if he had everything.

Grinning to himself, the Gryffindor closed the notebook and entered the Laboratory. His first instict was to look around. The Lab looked smaller than the classroom. A cupboard to the side where he just knew that the equipment was in and then his eyes traveled to the blackboard where the instructions were written on in big-sized letters. Did the Professor think they were blind or something? geez.

He chose a working space that was near the back of the room and placed his bag on top of it. He then took out a piece of parchment from out of his jeans pocket and unfolded it. He had already chosen which potion he wanted to make and had scribbled down the steps for himself. He placed it flat on the table , the writing of the Magical Fireworks Potion facing up before he left the place and went to the cupboard.

The second year grabbed the equipment and ingredients that he needed he had to walk back and forth twice and placed them all on the table. After he was done cleaning the epuipment with a simple "scourgify" he sat up the cauldron and then read the first instruction. Filling the cauldron with water.

Kevin flicked his wrist and let the Phoenix feather wand fall out of the wrist holster he was wearing. He then pointed it inside of the cauldron and said; "Aguamenti!" A slow, very slow stream of water flowed in to the cauldron and the Gryffindor sighed. He still hadn't mastered this spell completely. But he refused to use the washbin if there was one in here as well... After a minute or so, the cauldron was filled with water and he stopped the spell. Alright what next? Boil the water. Oooh that was easy! He waved his wand and a fire started under the cauldron after he had said the incantation.