Potions class is not Baekhyun's favorite. It's a lot of sitting around and stirring magic soup. Today is a day that the professor wants the students to use what they've learned about various ingredients and their properties to create a potion for a specific problem.

From their ideas, including bad breath, wet socks, stuck jewelry clasps, and hair loss, Chanyeol and Baekhyun agree to tackle hair loss. Amla, Fenugreek, ginseng for vitality and vigor, curry leaves, soothing aloe, Bhringraj, a long blonde hair taken off of a classmate's robe, some honey for sweetness and to help it stick, plus some other stuff that sounds good or smells nice is all added to the cauldron.

“Kinda pretty,” Chanyeol comments. The potion darkens from a light brown to purple. “Think it's supposed to look like that?”

“I dunno.”

The doors at the back of the room open, and Jongin, a couple years behind them, slips inside. Baekhyun shyly waves with a smile; Jongin nods, ducking his head as he makes his way to the professor’s desk with a short collection of papers. They talk briefly, then Jongin leaves the way he came.

Chanyeol shifts in his seat, stepping on the corner of Baekhyun's robe. When he stands to add an ingredient to the cauldron, he stops short and bumps his hip against the table.

Unfortunately, Jongin's timing is such that he catches the upset potion. The Gryffindor recoils with a sharp gasp as boiling liquid splashes over his arms and down his hands, falling to the floor.