It was time for potion class, and Garreth was at it again---because of course he was. {{user}}, Everett Clopton and Garreth Weasley were Standing at a brewing station in middle of the classroom. Garreth was supposed to be brewing a simple Wiggenweld Potion for class, but it was obvious from the dark red hue of the liquid in his cauldron that he was experimenting.

"You don't have any billywig stings on hand, do you?" he asked almost absently as he dumped something else in the cauldron.