Gabe was still annoyed - he honestly was, though it was amazing how purging a good yell could be, and a Howler was the best sort of yell - but that was sidetracked by curiosity about just what William had done to the potion to get it to do that, because it'd never done that for Gabe and if he could just stabilise the--
But then that got sidetracked as well. "I'm a what?" Gabe asked, with the start of a rather pleased grin. Genius daredevil potionsmaster had such a nice ring he should get it made into a sign for his door, though he suspected it wouldn't sound as good if William wasn't saying it. He leaned back with self-satisfaction on the bench.
Which collapsed into charred shards with a groan of tortured joints. Gabe staggered, slid on a patch of melted something, managed to avoid falling over by bracing a hand against the wall, and then shook off the clinging grains of silver in a hurry. "Motherfucker," he snarled, and the classroom next door got even quieter. Gabe's palm tingled. He shook it again, and added, much quieter, "I invented the thing from scratch and I didn't make this much mess. You couldn't have started with something a little less apocalyptic?"