A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
All fun aside, it was probably time to clean up now. He waited till the magical fireworks was done exploding and then jumped off of the table he had been seated on. There wasn't much damage since magical fireworks were a lot safer than muggle fireworks. He turned back to his own working station, the grin never leaving his face. He was quite proud of himself for having made a potion that was a little of a higher level for him. And he had succeeded. He'd probably had a knack for potions just like his mother.
He took out his wand from his wrist holster and used scourgify to clean up the mess he had made on the table. He vanished the left-over potion and then walked over to the cupboard and placed back the bottles and protective wear. He opened up his bag next and placed it on the table when he got back. Placing in the rest of the exploding potion bombs, Kevin zipped up the bag and swung it over his shoulders carefully. Didn't want it to explode right away now ,did he?
He checked if he had done everything and when he was satisfied, the Gryffindor turned around on his heels and left the lab.
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