 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Uh oh, it was smoking now. Was it supposed to do that? Was the smoke good or bad? WAS THE TWIG ON FIRE?!
Fletcher hastily cast, "Finite Incantatem!" on the twig and then summoned it the heck outta there, being sure to duck once more as the stick flew over his head and into the grass.
Whew, okay. Good potion. Potion be good now. How was he to drink the potion the potion though? Conjure a cup? Er, was he even supposed to drink the potion?!
Yeah sure why not. Fletcher focused hard on a certain goblet he'd seen before entering this silly tournament, and then flicked his wand, conjuring up a duplicate.
Heh. You could certainly say this Hufflepuff had a sense of humor. Now to get the potion into the Goblet of Fire look-alike.... once again, Fletcher resorted to the levitating spell. He really needed to study up and learn some new tricks. Shaking his head to himself, Fletcher floated his goblet down to the cauldron, clumsily filled it up, and carefully returned it to his hand.
He then climbed down the ladder, all the way to the ground, and started drinking from the goblet. If it was a growth potion, like he was hoping, he didn't want to be exploding in size at the tippy top of a tiny ladder. It was much safer down here.
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