"Is it supposed to be that sort of...brownish...orange?" Elijah asked skeptically, lip curling in displeasure as he eyed the cauldron. They had hit the ground running in potions after the Christmas holiday, which in theory suited the Slytherin just fine.

In practice, they seemed to have leapt ahead of what he might have expected, and the cauldron he shared with his partner was proof that it was not going particularly well. Unless that smell was normal.

(Merlin's beard, did he hope it wasn't normal.)

Saturdays were supposed to be for pleasure, not whatever this was! And on top of that, he had an alchemy paper to start, and creatures reading... what happened to leisure time?!