"How many times?"
He called out, brows drawn together, as he leaned to peek inside the cauldron. He wasn't entirely sure he had mixed everything correctly. He had places to be and this was taking far too long. Jeremiah sighed heavily as he reached out to stir whatever it was he was making. He wondered briefly if it had been two teaspoons of the brown powdered stuff or if it had been two tablespoons. He shrugged, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting out on time to still make it to the concert. He couldn’t say he was a major fan but the boy also couldn’t deny that some songs were nice. Besides, he could quite possibly meet someone interesting.
The liquid seemed to be boiling at too high a speed for Jeremiah to think he’d done anything right. He should have kept going right out the door. He could already be at the concert because who was he kidding, it was
the Weird Sisters. “I…is it supposed to bubble?” His voice was soft though questioning as he shifted the powder in the cup he’d measured out earlier. Again he wondered if he had put too much in but wasn’t too keen on actually finding out. Quickly he tossed the brown powder into the cauldron and just as quickly regretted it. There was a hiss and then the contents of the potion were all over the wall and thankfully missed Jeremiah’s face and hair. “Oh, come on!” His hand rose in frustration to wipe the still hot potion from his shirt where it’s landed from the explosion.
“That’s the last time I help.” He turned and stormed from the room, pushing the door into the wall hard to show his mood. Stepping into his room, his shirt was removed before he dropped onto the bed with a sigh. Faintly he wondered what
Ciara might be doing since last seeing her on his lunch break. Quickly he glanced at his watch before he hopped up to grab a shirt, the ground beneath his feet vanished with a loud crack before he was standing half dressed on the streets of London before yanking on his shirt. His mess would be there when he got back, of that he could be sure.
@Brynn Caines