“Lance are you sure this is a good idea?” Keith intoned, violet hues glancing at the maliciously bubbling potion in front of them. The ravenclaw snorted before adding a vipers scale. “Uh yeah? This is me we’re talking about here.” Lance boasted, turning away to glance at the directions in the rather large, dusty old tomb in front of him. Keith opened this mouth to argue against his brothers logic. The gryffindor raising a fist to knock on brunette locks when his face went pale. The potion had switched from the beautiful lavender color to a deep swirling black crimson. The bubbling increasing in its ferocity. “Uhh Lance?” Keith squeaked, backing away slowly. Lance huffed, turning around with a raised eyebrow. “What Keith? I’m trying to read directions here” Keith only gulped, “A-are potions supposed to change colors like that?” He asked. “What do you mean are they supposed to-” Lance’s words were cut off as he stared at the potion in front of him. Blinking once, then twice, before he shrieked and started dragging the elder away from the cauldron. They made it no more then three steps out of the study room when an explosion ripped the door off it’s hinges. The sound deep and deafening as it echoed through the empty halls. “Professor Haggar’s gonna kill us...” Lance moaned, turning to face the- or what was, classroom. Keith glared at his twin, violet eyes narrowed in anger. “I am not taking any blame for this dingus”
