In his defense, potion craft had never been his strong suit.
Alex Flamegiver sat to the side as his lab partner, Grace Earthwhisper, gingerly swept up shards of broken concentrated glass from the cold granite floor. He’d vaguely remembered something about glowroot and lush berberis conflicting with each other on account of some of their properties, but Alex had been too immersed in his drawings to pay attention. Not that it mattered - pretty much all of Alex’s doodles had been eviscerated at the atomic level in the explosion. A piece of scrap paper burned pitifully, half of a decently sketched dragon etched neatly on the paper, barely recognisable due to the black char.
“Concentrated glass isn’t even capable of breaking under normal circumstances. How were you even - actually, I don’t want to know,” Grace facepalmed, having dumped the glass shards into the rubbish bin next to the door.
“In my defense, I’ve never been the best at potions, okay?” Alex forced a smile and put his hands in the air defensively.
“Maybe if you listened to Professor Rowan more instead of drawing, you could, I don’t know, avoid happenings like this?”
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