"Pssh. I'll be fine. I'm like, super advanced in alchemy." Orson said, shrugging his shoulders as he mixed the potions together. You two were assigned to make a flying potion, and was 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 aphodirsiac. Oops." He admitted, his cheeks turning red. You swore you could see him smirk as if doing it on purpose.