Arthur met Miss Scrimgeour’s failure with mixed feelings. On one hand, she was mean and probably deserved it. On the other hand, she was the perfect villain, well worthy of being in his books, even. Mr. Urquart could be considered a replacement, but it wasn’t the same, as the boys barely talked before. In less than a minute, the competition lost most of its dramatic effect. So anticlimactic. Genuinely sorry, Arthur gave the poor girl a sympathetic look, although he doubted it would make her feel much better.
His spirit sank even lower when the second potion was announced. Swelling Solution was one of his least favorite ones because of its ingredients. They were just gross. Puffer-fish eyes, bat spleens, ugh.
One by one, Arthur dropped eyes in the mortar, his face a grimace of disgust. When it was time to crush them, he didn’t look at his or another competitor’s work, his eyes wandering the heights of the enchanted ceiling instead. Luckily, crushing something with a mortar didn’t rely on sight much, and Arthur already had some experience with doing some steps (the grossest ones, usually) of potion brewing blindly.
After he dealt with puffer-fish eyes, there was some time for respite and then - ugh - bat spleens. When one of those was in the cauldron, Arthur audibly sighed in relief. The rest of the instructions didn't pose any emotional challenge, and soon the potion was complete. Then Arthur stepped back, allowing Professor Skeeter to examine the boy’s creation.