Finally, it was time for him to make the walk to the Prefects bathroom. There was one final ingredient he needed to collect...but couldn't do so in public. Some people...would've freaked out and thought things that weren't true...

Whispering the password, Dylan stepped into the large bathroom, immediately making a bee-line for the sink. Unfortunately for him, there was water all over the place. Had someone just bathed and not cleaned up after themselves? Either way, the slickness caught under his feet....and then the Slytherin was slipping......

...and then Dylan fell.....HARD against the side of the sink...

He hissed as his arm caught the full force of the fall...gasping at the sudden pain. He usually wasn't bothered so much by pain...but this had caught him off guard...and when he looked down, the blood was already seeping through the arm of his white school shirt...

Well, that was ONE way to do it...

Grimacing, he fished out a vial, thinking about 'blood' as an ingredient...Blood...Magical blood. It had to count for something right? His wasn't pureblood or anything...but he'd heard somewhere that all types of blood could be used in certain potions. So, perhaps this would be helpful. Maybe.

Kinda like when they'd smeared the fence posts during Ancient Runes that one year. Surely Lafay would find a use for it.

As carefully as he could, Dylan unbuttoned his cuff and began rolling the material up. Merlin, that was going to bruise. The blood was gushing out fast...and as quickly as he could...he put the vial up to the gash and hoped most of the red stuff was getting into it...While he waited, he eyed himself in the mirror...

Merlin, he looked...sleepy...Ew.

Glancing back down, Dylan seen that it was finished filling and pulled his hand up, immediately twisting a top on that. Pulling the vial of dittany out, he took a piece of it and stuffed it into his mouth. The Slytherin had read that the plant, if chewed up and consumed, could heal small wounds. So, he was testing that theory.

After a few moments, the wound healed and the Slytherin Captain grinned. SUCCESS.

Now that he had all four ingredients...it was time to head back.