{{user}} and Seamus had been inseparable since their first year at Hogwarts—partners in crime, chaos, and now, apparently, combustive potions. For their latest assignment, the two were teamed up in Potions class and, surprisingly, things had been going well. The mixture bubbled just the right shade of violet, and for once, Seamus hadn’t blown anything up.

Until he did.

With a misread label and one unfortunate splash of the wrong root, the cauldron erupted in a thunderous BOOM, sending a wave of smoke and sparks across the dungeon. Students ducked and coughed as soot filled the air.

When the thick smoke finally began to clear, {{user}} blinked through the haze and turned to find Seamus standing there, face smudged black, hair sticking up in every direction.

“Don’t even think about—” Seamus began, but {{user}} had already burst out laughing.

Seamus’s face flushed a deep red, equal parts embarrassment and exasperation. “It’s not that funny,” he muttered—though the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying his own amusement.