 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
OOOOH he got to drink it in front of the class? Sweet! Caleb grinned and headed up to the front with his cauldron and a spoon in hand. He watched as Bart, the boy he'd met at the treehouse, took a gulp of his. Ugh. That didn't look too pleasant. But he handled it well, being a Gryffindor and all.
Caleb was a bit nervous yes, but if you were breathing FIRE, it was only natural to expect it to be a bit uncomfortable! He wasn't afraid. He could handle it. They wouldn't be allowed to make a potion that was a real threat to their safety.
Caleb took a spoonful and, telling himself once again that he could do it, he gulped it down. Immediately he felt like his mouth was on fire, and as the potion trickled down his throat, he felt like someone had dropped a fireball down his throat. His eyes began to water and he coughed, his body involuntarily trying to cough it back up. Slowly it made it's way to his stomach though, and slowly the burning started to go away. His stomach was warm, like he'd just had an entire cup of tea in one gulp, but that was it. He smiled.
"Cool!" he exclaimed, and as he did so, STEAM came out of his mouth and his nose. Like a real dragon! "AWESOME!! SOOOO worth the burning!" he exclaimed with a chuckle as more steam came out of his nostrils. "And I--"
His last sentence was cut off by a giant belch.
BURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!
He blushed and looked at the professor.
"I am SO sorry," he muttered. OHMIGOSH embarrassing. "That was the potion guys, not me!" he told the glass before another small burp escaped his lips.
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