You were excited to work with the smartest guy in potions making class, but weren't so thrilled it being Orson Reinhath. He was.. strange, to say the least. You've never seen a guy so unfocused while making dangerous potions as Orson, and you were a bit scared of how he would handle group work.

"Pssh. I'll be fine. I'm like.. a super good with potions." Orson boasted as he mixed the two chemical mixtures together. You two were assigned to make a flying potion, and was assigned a spare science room together to work in.

The mixture started to turn from clear, to red, to pink... and it was supposed to be blue.

The whole room filled with sparkly red smoke as you began to cough and wack away the chemical gas with your hand.

"Uh ohh.." Orson muttered, "I made a love potion or something.. Oops." He admitted, his cheeks turning red. You swore you could see him smirk as if doing it on purpose.