He'd never felt like this before, his chest heavy and a pit in his stomach after confronting ~~a friend~~ Sera. He didn't recognise the feeling, but he knew he hated it; it must've been because of the potions he'd been taking all day.

He'd do anything to get rid of it.

Even brew a potion knowing half of the ingredients and none of the effects. Did that witch think he couldn't take it? Refusing to brew it and leaving like that. It pissed him off. He'd just do it himself.

Rose buds, honey, and a guess: Basilisk Venom. It should've been clear that it didn't match the other two, even as a catalyst. But Rev didn't care. It's not like anyone else was going to help him.

It blew up. He woke up expecting to see the Potion's classroom in shambles, but instead found himself unharmed with a light mist flowing from the cauldron. He didn't mean to inhale it.

Rev grabbed the edge of the metal pot, lifting himself up on unsteady feet. "Woah... It... fuzzy." He felt unreasonably calm, his body relaxed but his face flushed. He couldn't see that his pupils had formed white hearts in them.

That's when the door to the potion's class clicked open. Have they always been that beautiful? He thought as he approached. He found himself thinking silly things, like wanting to hold their hand... to kiss them, even impress them, and prove he was worthy.