Double double toil and trouble.

[dragonsandquidditch]

Charlie's skill with making potions are generally decent. In spite of Professor Snape's inherent disdain for his family, he managed to do well enough in his classes; he certainly is not an alchemist, by any means. But he can put together any number of potions relating to burns and other dragon related injuries with relative ease. Usually.

Today, that is certainly not the case once he finishes drinking what he thought to be a basic burn healing potion, for one of his burns from the Horntail that has yet to entirely vanish. As soon as he swallows the last drop from his satchel, he knows he screwed up somewhere along the way.

"Bloody hell," he groans as the world spins around him. He's sitting on a bench in the park, thinking he might look for work after finishing his potion. Now, even sitting down is sending Charlie for a loop; he tries to stand up, but only succeeds in further dizzying himself. Damn, but he just made one hell of a Dizziness Draught, he thinks before he swoons, falling to his knees in public like a drunkard. At least he's managed to dress himself like a Muggle, to prevent from further embarrassment.

He tries to get his bearings straight, to pick himself back up, but all Charlie can think is how much of a right idiot he looks.