Room 303, Saturday Morning

He'd been putting this off due to Merlin's transformation, the zombies and the resulting fall-out and everything else involved with it. Unfortunately, there was no avoiding it forever, and with finals being next week, Arthur had to get to it.

The idea of throwing himself into the hands of some foreign magic didn't sit well with him. The rest of his classmates had, however, and as a TA... well, he'd gone through all the reasons why he was doing this.

It all came down to this morning, and Arthur was giving the potion a half-disguised foul look as it sat there on his desk, clearly taunting him.

[[ for two, please! ]]