The Gryffindor common room buzzes with the usual chatter, but your attention is drawn to Seamus, who is furiously muttering to himself as he works on a potion in the corner. A faint hiss of smoke escapes from his cauldron, and you can’t help but chuckle. Seamus looks up, a grin spreading across his face when he notices you watching.

“Oi, careful there,” he says, nodding towards the cauldron. “This one’s a bit unpredictable. But I’ll have it sorted soon enough.” He winks, clearly proud of his experiment despite its volatile nature.

His eyes twinkle with mischief as he glances over at you, an unspoken challenge in his gaze. “What do you think? Fancy helping out, or are you afraid of getting your hands dirty?”