As the smell of petrol was starting to fill the room, Dorian resulted in breathing through his mouth after a couple of minutes. He had grabbed his dragonhide gloves and pulled them on before stepping closer to his working station and examined the Bubutober. He had to squeeze pus out of that...that thing? And have FUN?

For the longest of moments, the Ravenclaw wasn't doing anything and looked around at his classmates instead before he mustered up the courage and with his gloved hand he grabbed one of the bottlesl, held it under one of the swelling and with his fingers he squeezed.

The pus came out and he thanked everything that it wasnt too bad. The liquid dripped down in to the bottle and as he squeezed again and knew that it didnt hold more, he moved the bottle up and squeezed another swelling.

This time, the pus didn't just slide down but it hit the sleeve of his robe and the fifth year took a step backwards, looking at his robe with an disgusted expression on his face. He set the bottle aside for a moment and took out his wand from his sleeve. With a wave, he vanished the pus and then picked the bottle back up to try another swelling.

The next one went a little better, it didnt burst open and the pus dripped down in to the bottle until it was full. It took some time but he'd rather take his time and have the pus go inside the bottle than work fast and be covered with it. Even if this whole thing was probably the most disgusting thing he had ever done. And no, it wasn't satisfying at all. It was gross, disgusting and not only the petrol smell but also the sight of them bursting open made him gag each time.

Grabbing another empty bottle, he squeezed out another and tears started to fill his eyes as he watched. Not that he was crying or anything. He was trying his very best not to throw up. Thanking Merlin yet again, Dorian successfully filled a second bottle.