PST 101- Potion Making

The young demon took a seat at his desk, humming gently as he trailed his finger slowly over the surface of the thing before hearing the loud shout from upfront. His eyes were glued on the teacher that managed to scare the crap out him. She was so darn scary it was unfair, unreal even! He shivered in his seat slightly as he listened to the newest task he would be given.

As each thing was listed off his eyes went wide, wondering how anyone could manage to fail the such a thing. It couldn't be that hard right? He looked it over himself, reading it several times over before shivering yet again. “Scream like a banshee? Isn't that insulting to that race?” He questioned in a  sarcastic tone to himself. “Get... undressed and... honestly... these are scary...” The as his eyes fell on 'jump in the fire' he was sure this teach was wanting to kill part of them. Surely some idiot would jump into the flames.

He gathered up all the ingredients, biting his lip as he carefully read each one before setting it off to the side. “First... add dry ingredients, okay that can't be to hard.” The man whispered lightly as he snatched up everything, adding in a careful amount before his eyes read over another ingredient. “Wait... that can't be right... if you added that much it wouldn't end well at all...” Writing down a change in things he smiled brightly before he set off to work.

He was sure all was going well, until the liquid inside boiled and popped, giving a loud hiss as he leaned over to view what was wrong. Just as it happened he watched the large cloud of black smoke explode in his face leaving him covered in the residue. “A-apparently... that wasn't right at all...”  he whispered gently as he tried hard to clean his face off failing at the attempts.

Glancing to the clock his eyes were glued on it to find he was quickly running out of time. “L-Let's try again!” He really didn't want the teach to blow the thing up on him. A cloud of black smoke he could handle, a pissed off teacher not so much. Though each attempt ended up nearly the same way, though he was sure he was getting closer. Just a little more!

His head slammed down against the table as he let his eyes close tightly. “Uuugghhh.... I hate... potions...” he whispered softly as he poked the copper cauldron. “I... I think I got it right... maybe... perhaps...” Quiin glanced into the pot a second time, worried and waiting for something else to go wrong. But as the liquid just boiled properly, the color seem right he couldn't help but smile brightly. “I did it! I think!”