“A lab assistant? Who gave you that idea?” Stiles asked as he started to make the healing potion that was supposed to speed up the healing of bruises. With him playing quidditch he would need it come the school year. Plus Stiles was clumsy sometimes. “I would have to think about it. I’m a prefect and I want to get on the quidditch team this year. How much time would it take up?” Stiles asked as he started to measure out and mix the ingredients. When two ingredients that were just mixed started to smoke and make crackling noise Stiles stopped. “That… that isn’t supposed to happen. Shit!”
Unable to stop it Stiles was able to take a couple of steps back before the small amount of ingredients exploded causing Stiles to fly back.