“It’s blood, yeah.”
Augie recoiled, not because he was particularly unused to blood he had to put up with it in potions and during Quidditch games but he really would've been happier if Evan hadn't pointed it out.
"I know what it is," he said evenly, his voice only shaking the tiniest bit as he measured it out, pouring the blood into the cauldron, his nose wrinkling at the smell. He frowned, watching the liquid simmer, something told him he was doing it all wrong. This was why he hadn't really bothered with potions to begin with things always ended- badly.
He gasped as a giant cloud of gas floated upwards, engulfing him for a second he frowned feeling his face for anything unnatural. You never really could tell with potion's accidents, one minute you could be fine and the next shipped off to St. Mungo's for an eternity. Which would be bad.
"I guess that could have gone better," he said, pulling his wand out remembering for once to use magic rather than risk whatever horrors the potion might inflict upon touching human flesh.
