It wasn’t his favourite, but Connor took particular care with potions, very aware of all the things that could go wrong – and did go wrong, judging by his peers’ work sometimes – when one made the slightest error.
And he was glad he wasn’t absolutely useless at it, because he probably wouldn’t have swallowed his pride and asked anyone for help. Black had asked, though (well, sort of: he had phrased it as a puzzle to solve). And Black’s brother was Head Boy and his father was Headmaster, so... Connor thought he might be a good friend to have, maybe. He didn’t know how to make friends, exactly, or what to do when one had them, but being patient about this problem seemed like a good place to start.
“Well, there’s no pink smoke,” Connor began, then peering quizzically into the cauldron – careful not to touch it, in case the concoction gave him boils instead. “And it’s not really blue.” It was a longer recipe than most they had looked at so far, so there were various ways it could have gone off track. He was no expert, so this would have to be an investigation... “Did you stir it enough?”
And he was glad he wasn’t absolutely useless at it, because he probably wouldn’t have swallowed his pride and asked anyone for help. Black had asked, though (well, sort of: he had phrased it as a puzzle to solve). And Black’s brother was Head Boy and his father was Headmaster, so... Connor thought he might be a good friend to have, maybe. He didn’t know how to make friends, exactly, or what to do when one had them, but being patient about this problem seemed like a good place to start.
“Well, there’s no pink smoke,” Connor began, then peering quizzically into the cauldron – careful not to touch it, in case the concoction gave him boils instead. “And it’s not really blue.” It was a longer recipe than most they had looked at so far, so there were various ways it could have gone off track. He was no expert, so this would have to be an investigation... “Did you stir it enough?”