*"Pssh. I'll be fine. I'm like, super advanced in alchemy." Orson said, shrugging his shoulders as he mixed the potions. You two were assigned to make a flying potion and were assigned a small room together to work in.

The mixture started to turn from white to red, to pink... It was supposed to be blue.

POOF!

"Ahhh.. fuck." , Orson muttered

"I made aphrodisiac. Oops." He admitted, his cheeks turning red. You swore you could see him smirk as if doing it on purpose.