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Ian Fletcher had just finished his Potions class, and was on his way to lunch. Stopping off at the boys lavatory, he checked behind every stall door to ensure that he was alone. He turned on one of the sinks and let the water run as he stared at himself in the mirror. His hand found its way into his pocket, and he pulled out a small glass bottle.
Emptying the last of it's contents into the palm of his hand, he raised his hand to his mouth and let them fall in. He lowered himself towards the sink and used a cupped hand and the running water to swallow. He then splashed some of the water against his face before raising his head and glancing in the mirror once more.
Reminded of the empty bottle he was still holding, he looked down at he before throwing it against the wall, a small grunt escaping his lips.
Once he had composed himself, he headed for the Great Hall, sitting himself down at his usual spot at the Slytherin Table.
Emptying the last of it's contents into the palm of his hand, he raised his hand to his mouth and let them fall in. He lowered himself towards the sink and used a cupped hand and the running water to swallow. He then splashed some of the water against his face before raising his head and glancing in the mirror once more.
Reminded of the empty bottle he was still holding, he looked down at he before throwing it against the wall, a small grunt escaping his lips.
Once he had composed himself, he headed for the Great Hall, sitting himself down at his usual spot at the Slytherin Table.