the cauldron explodes in his face, because harry’s life is a tragedy rewritten into a comedy, and things must always go horribly wrong in both... one moment, he’s peering into the purple potion. the next moment, his face is utterly covered in black soot. he wipes his fingers through the horrible muck, nose turned up [he’s smart enough to not get any in his mouth and he wipes around his eyes after a blink or two, hoping that he didn’t go blind over some stupid project]. OF COURSE THE POTION HAD EXPLODED. too much of this, too little of that, some misplaced frog legs: a recipe for disaster, quite literally. he drops back into his seat, turning his soot - covered face towards lyra. ‘ and you didn’t think to stop me? even once? ’ @serpentie










