Bash rolled his eyes, again, "Honestly, he's dumb as rocks. Well, compared to some of us anyway," he added, hoping not to come off as too condescending. "I would hope it was an honest mistake," he said aloud while thinking that there was no way something like that could be done accidentally. Truthfully, Andrews hadn't liked him from moment one, had thrown in digs about Sebastian's father, family connections, and privileged upbringing more than once in their years working together.
Which, like, yeah. Sebastian knew he was beyond lucky and privileged. He knew his parents were fabulously wealthy and all three of the families that he counted himself in - Pucey, Spinnet, and Fawley - were unbelievably blessed. But still. Bash also knew that he was damned good at his chosen profession. Plus, it wasn't like potionsmaking was something you could get into solely with connections - an idiot potionsmaker, especially at a hospital, could - WOULD - literally kill people.