Maxim was in his apothecary within the little laboratory section of the building, standing in front of his cauldron and mixing in different herbs and monster parts to concoct a batch of potions to sell later - though, unsurprisingly, he ends up dropping a bit too much eye of Newt into the mixture. This resulted in a puff of smoke fuming up into his face from a small explosion; it was a dud. He accidentally made another explosion, and now the whole batch was messed up.

The white-haired demon sighed, putting down the ingredients he was working with and leaning back against the counter, running a hand over his face in exasperation. "Damn it... I always end up doing that - why am I such a klutz..?" He murmured to himself as he began to add different aspects in an attempt to salvage the healing potion.