So, because I promised my reviewer, I shall now stop torturing you guys and actually give you an answer.
I'm sorry about the tardiness of this chapter - I had a few bad weeks of Real Life (I got really sick, actually, but luckily I could be fixed) and had to catch up on things a bit...
I'm suffering from post-illness-stress induced writer's block, though, so please excuse this tiny chapter. It is just meant to give you all some answers so you don't have to wait until next update. Not that that'll be very long now.
Still do not own Marvel, Disney, or anything else very important, at this stage. (Except Elice. Mine!)
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It was not really that big of an accident, at the end of the day. It sure ended up that way, but the start was such an innocuous, innocent occurrence, that it would have surprised every sorcerer - master and pupil alike - at Kamar-Taj that their sometimes too interested new Sorcerer Supreme and the outright mischivous Cloak Of Levitation had had anything to do with it.
This might have been because they didn't.
Elice was peacefully brewing her potion as Christine got ready, while the cloak leisurely observed her - entirely innocent, too, for once - from its position up a wall (where it was still pretending to be a curtain, reasons unknown) and Stephen made toast after genuinely helpfully fetching his student more ingredients.
Contrary to what some people might (or all people would) believe, master and cloak kept on behaving, as Christine snatched her toast with a kiss on her fiance's cheek and went for the door, passing close by the brewing potion as she did so.
Now, anyone in the least inclined to mercy might argue that Christine certainly didn't mean to add three of her own hairs to the potion as she passed it, but add them she did, and the results were as epic as they were disruptive, if not actually destructive.
Apparently; mixing bitter almonds, snake hair, green peppers and three hairs of a pregnant woman should simply not be done. At least when magic is involved, and considering only magical snakes have any hairs in the first place, it always is.
Suffice to say that the blue bubbles covered the entire living area at the ground floor of the Sanctum and while they were too heavy to ascend the staircase very far, they did leak out onto the road outside, and only a swift team effort at containing them saved the world of sorcery from general exposure.
Of course, some might argue that at this point - Avengers, alien army from outer space and all of that - this might not have been that big of a deal, and they might have been right. However, sorcerers are elusive, not to say outright shy, and were all very relieved not to be thrust out into the limelight after all. Not that there wouldn't have been at least an effort to just blame Tony Stark if someone should have noticed.
As it was, Elice as it turned out made a very good transportation spell, and no one was really surprised that Stephen was able to perform the 'smoke' dissapearing spell his cloak quickly dug out of the shelves at his first go.
Soon after, Wong arrived to help contain the disaster in the usual order, but it still took them well into the next day to properly clean all the books.
Christine might have gotten away with her unexpected talents in mayhem, had she not tried to scold Stephen over what she perfectly logically assumed was his doing.
He lorded it over her in arguments for at least three years, (though it felt more like forty to the people around them) and then on and off for the next eight. It was not actually that bad of a thing, as neither he nor Christine could long stay serious at the reference, and so the occurance killed most arguments outright for a very long time afterwards.