 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Beauden stifled a yawn as he settled into his seat, a direct result of staying up too late in the boys' dormitory (which he would not admit to if anyone asked). The festive energy of the holiday break felt like a distant memory, and the thought of diving back into Potions this early in the morning was a tough pill to swallow. But here he was; it was a new year and he—nope, he was still very much the same wild child, with the same restless spirit and insatiable curiosity.
"Good morning, Professor Adara," he replied, forcing a smile despite his lingering fatigue that tugged at his eyelids, before settling into a seat at one of the workstations.
His eyes flicked to the unlabeled containers, curiosity piqued. A mix of intrigue and apprehension swirled in his mind. What could be in those? He leaned slightly closer, peering at the labels as the ingredients were always intentionally labeled. His brow furrowed when all there was to make of the 'labels' was what seemed like random squiggly letters. Well, that was... incredibly unhelpful.
What if... he just 'accidentally' mixed the ingredients together... clearly for scientific purposes? The sixth year was tempted to let impulse get the better of him, but decided that it was probably for the best that he wait and not cause an explosion the first day back from holiday.
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