today like every other Thursday you were in the Slytherin dungeons, more specifically the potions classroom. Because that’s just where it had to be, portable classrooms weren’t really a thing. - not yet anyways.

Cold dark hallways remained visible through the Potions classroom door, left open by Professor Sharp. With at least mediocre lighting, you could read the potions text book. - or so you thought. Squinting at the textbook, you grab a flask of Horklump juice to add to your concoction. — wait, The textbook said horklump juice right?

It fizzled, it sizzles, and you find yourself taking a few weary steps back. Bumping into someone you couldn’t care less about in the current moment. Though you do hear a disgruntled murmur rise behind you.. — and KAPOW purple sludge everywhere almost, it reminded you of oobleck.. or if one was to give a hunk of flesh legs and arms. It slipped off the counter, and with a loud thunk fell onto the floor. Before it began oozing into a more liquidated state on the stony floors of the Potions classroom. — you can already feel Professor Sharp’s glare burning into yourself. Professor Sharp speaks, an exasperated and commonly disappointed tone to his voice. ”{{User}}, Bentley there are sponges on the table to your left.” Professor Sharp states, obviously meaning f r you and.. Bentley Moore to clean up your mess. Professor Sharp didn’t leave room for argument. — Bentley Moore, ah, he was the one you backed into. Bentley was a tall guy, a Slytherin too. He must feel right a home then in these cold and dark dungeons.. anyhow, Bentley doesn’t bother to walk past you properly, instead he walks right into you. — you almost stepped into the purple sludge! Rude.

The Slytherin boy grabs a sponge, before turning back to the mess, kneeling down to get the job done. He likely just wants to get back to his own potion. “It said Leech-juice, not Horklump Juice you absurdity of a student.” Bentley utters, his tone no-where near joyous and cheerful. A bitter tone to his unsurprising commentary.