connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Grinning at the Gryffindors, Clifford squeezed himself next to them and peered into the bubbling cauldron. Ooooh. It was all green and purdy. "It - It smells like something familiar.." He stated, leaning closer and sniffing the vapour in the air. "A shrinking solution?" It sounded like a decent enough guess to him, but Potions wasn't exactly one of his strongest subjects. "I'm not volunteering to having a taste." Nuh uh.
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