The result of his Swelling Potion left a lot to be desired and better matched about what Callum had expected of his potions skills… He watched, sheepishly, as his cauldron bubbled and fumed something awful. When Mr. Rookwood finally cleared it, he chanced a look up at the man’s serious face and quickly looked away. Well, that was likely the end of that.
The surprise at hearing himself move forward came as another shock to Callum as the results were announced. He looked up at Mr. Rookwood with big, round, honey-gold hues as if the man had just told him he was - in fact - a Ravenclaw and not a Gryffindor. There simply was no possible way—
But then they were off to the last round and Cal didn’t even really have time to think about it much. It was just him and one of the (many) Valenduris(eseseses). If the namesake was anything to go by, he figured he had an angel’s chance in hell, but he tried his best anyhow. Meticulousness had gotten him this far and so, with calm and caution, he cut his ingredients and measured everything twice. This day had definitely taken a pleasantly unexpected turn.
The surprise at hearing himself move forward came as another shock to Callum as the results were announced. He looked up at Mr. Rookwood with big, round, honey-gold hues as if the man had just told him he was - in fact - a Ravenclaw and not a Gryffindor. There simply was no possible way—
But then they were off to the last round and Cal didn’t even really have time to think about it much. It was just him and one of the (many) Valenduris(eseseses). If the namesake was anything to go by, he figured he had an angel’s chance in hell, but he tried his best anyhow. Meticulousness had gotten him this far and so, with calm and caution, he cut his ingredients and measured everything twice. This day had definitely taken a pleasantly unexpected turn.