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Lottiepot 
Terry couldn't help but smirk at Dora's recollection of how much mess he did make when he was cooking. Who needed to be organised if the results came out amazing? Exactly. "Just because you get covered in flour doesn't mean that my cakes don't taste phenomenal" he chuckled smugly. As long as all the ingredients were in there and it was mixed properly, everything was fine. Right? "Just trust me" he smiled. Surely it wasn't too hard for her to do.
Oh no. She wasn't throwing him in! Terry didn't want to get wet, he was wearing his favourite jeans. "That's not going to happen" he warned her, taking a step further away from the waters edge. Yeah, this was a safe enough distance, he hoped. And surely she wouldn't have the strength to push him in anyway? Everything would work out perfectly fine, nothing to worry about.
He shrugged and nodded at her suggestion of him going first. "Yeah okay" he spoke, reaching into his backpack and pulling out the vial which contained his freshly brewed potion. He unscrewed the top, inspecting the contents briefly before tipping it into his mouth. Eurgh. Well that wasn't the best tasting potion he'd ever tried. The Slytherin pulled a face as the liquid swoshed around his mouth. He wasn't supposed to swallow, right?
What was next?
"But I still get covered in flower." She looked amused by smug Terry though. It was interesting and all. Sure, she could trust him. Friends trusted friends after all.
He did realize he didn't
have to be near the lake to be thrown in? He didn't even have to be thrown, he could be levitated, seeing how Dora wasn't prone to actual physical violence of the muggle nature, and she was sure that's what throwing someone in a lake would be considered. She'd just levitate him, which she was more than capable of doing.
Dora waited expectantly.
".....You're supposed to breath that on me now."