The potion was purple, mostly pink rather than blue tinted. It was thick and swished in the bottle slowly, like it was too lazy to move. It did not bubble like typical potions. It slid down your throat quickly and burned like a mother****er. It made you cough and have to lean on your desk for support. Your vision blurred and focused at random, and the beating of your blood in your ears got louder, the soft, the even louder. You cried out in pain and fell, passing out. When you woke up, you jotted down in the journal on your desk, "FAIL."