A Cruel Prank
In her first potions lesson, she anxiously grabbed a seat next to her assigned cauldron. She was a little bit shaken, yet she firmly held her spellbook. The room was filled with aromas of herbs, some unheard of powders, and liquors that were hissing and boiling. It was a feeling of excitement mixed with fear that was twisting her stomach. She was very thorough in setting up her ingredients, and she was wholehearted in her decision to follow the instructions line by line. Today, the assignment was to brew a “Cure for Boils” potion, and she thought it was a very simple recipe.
What she didn’t know was that a class prankster had been watching all along and smiling while he was quietly retouching her side of the cauldron, and then, he went back to his work as usual. She proceeded with the mixing of her potion, and she did not skip any step. She was very determined, and hence, she was doing all the cutting, stirring, and adding of ingredients as the instructions demanded, and she was also doing it with a very serious look on her face. At the same time, the feeling of dread was gradually engulfing her. The solution’s color was strange, and it was changing too fast from one color to another, and there was also a strange and sour smell from the mixture that was bubbling.
She stopped and was not sure what to do. She was looking at the instructions again and again and asking herself under her breath, “Did I do something wrong?” Her heart was pounding when the liquid was bubbling more and more. Shortly thereafter, the mixture didn’t just pop but did so forcibly accompanied by a crackling sound, and this happened right before the table, the liquid went shooting across it and splattering her robes, and her skin that was not covered.
On the arms and face, the redness quickly escalated to an area of burning. In fact, it didn’t take long before the ugly boils made their appearance, and they were inflamed and itchy and thus turning her first experience into a form of pure terror. She did a retreat step and fell backward, and, it seemed to her, that she was able to control the riot of things with her hand, and thus it only gave her more time to strike the pot over and it fell. Her fellow learners reacted with shock, and their laughter was partially concealed. While she was desperately trying to find someone who would come to her aid, she was battling within herself a mixture of emotions, namely confusion, fear, and a little bit of embarrassment. Realization dawned on her that this prank was not just a simple mistake amongst potions but a deliberately cruel act.
Her first day of potions, which she had dreamed of as an exciting beginning of magical discovery, had been transformed into a painful chaotic lesson in caution, trust, and the unpredictable nature of magic She looks around the classroom not knowing what to do.
WC - 508
@Samuel Sauber
What she didn’t know was that a class prankster had been watching all along and smiling while he was quietly retouching her side of the cauldron, and then, he went back to his work as usual. She proceeded with the mixing of her potion, and she did not skip any step. She was very determined, and hence, she was doing all the cutting, stirring, and adding of ingredients as the instructions demanded, and she was also doing it with a very serious look on her face. At the same time, the feeling of dread was gradually engulfing her. The solution’s color was strange, and it was changing too fast from one color to another, and there was also a strange and sour smell from the mixture that was bubbling.
She stopped and was not sure what to do. She was looking at the instructions again and again and asking herself under her breath, “Did I do something wrong?” Her heart was pounding when the liquid was bubbling more and more. Shortly thereafter, the mixture didn’t just pop but did so forcibly accompanied by a crackling sound, and this happened right before the table, the liquid went shooting across it and splattering her robes, and her skin that was not covered.
On the arms and face, the redness quickly escalated to an area of burning. In fact, it didn’t take long before the ugly boils made their appearance, and they were inflamed and itchy and thus turning her first experience into a form of pure terror. She did a retreat step and fell backward, and, it seemed to her, that she was able to control the riot of things with her hand, and thus it only gave her more time to strike the pot over and it fell. Her fellow learners reacted with shock, and their laughter was partially concealed. While she was desperately trying to find someone who would come to her aid, she was battling within herself a mixture of emotions, namely confusion, fear, and a little bit of embarrassment. Realization dawned on her that this prank was not just a simple mistake amongst potions but a deliberately cruel act.
Her first day of potions, which she had dreamed of as an exciting beginning of magical discovery, had been transformed into a painful chaotic lesson in caution, trust, and the unpredictable nature of magic She looks around the classroom not knowing what to do.
WC - 508
@Samuel Sauber
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