The door was opened and he slightly limped inside. He quickly closed the door, leaned against the wood and gradually lowered himself to the ground. His body was exhausted and his mind was drained. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't rest right now. The ingredients needed to be prepared, since he was short on some of his supplies. Two days were not long and some elements were almost impossible to buy.
He gently stood up and used his left hand to support himself. He slowly walked to his storage room and roamed his eyes to every corner. All the needed ingredients were, fortunately, present, except for one.
That could cause a possible problem: a substitution could be made, but it would delay the process with at least a few hours and possibly a half day. And time was not something he had at the moment. He would have to start right now.
While the tired man exhaled, his wand was raised to collect the ingredients and he floated the small bottles and jars to his living room.
He left the room and searched for an appropriate cauldron; it shouldn't be large, but a small one would also result in a potential disaster. A middle sized cauldron was sitting lonely on a small cupboard and he decided to use that.
He sighed very deeply and started the brewing process.
The teenage boy jumped when he heard a loud banging sound and turned his head to the front door: a man stood at the doorway and was staring at him with an enraged look on his face.
"It was you, wasn't it?" He furrowed his eyebrows while he stood up.
"What do-"
"Shut up." He quickly crossed the room and grabbed his collar with his right hand."I know what you did, so don't deny it!" While the smaller person shook his larger hand away, he took a step back.
"Calm down for a-"
"Shut up!" The smaller body was being pushed to the table.
The young man staggered, but he pulled the heavy body with him and they fell with a loud thud on the metal object. He quickly pushed the bigger man away and stood up.
"You crazy-" He stopped talking and looked at him with an infuriated gaze before he marched away.
A sizzling sound reached his ears. He opened his weary eyes and stared at the cauldron but started suddenly and walked to the cauldron to inspect the potion. While the weary man saw the wrong colour, he closed his eyes with an angry sigh.
He was supposed to add a few ingredients after an hour. At that time, He was staring at the cauldron and tried to keep his eyes open. But the gentle sounds of the crackling fire and the mild boiling of the liquid heightened his fatigue. They must had caused him to fall asleep at some point. It was true that he was awake now, but he didn't feel alert at all; his tiredness was accentuated now and the dreams refused to leave his almost defenseless mind.
The increasing hissing forced his mind away from his dwelling thoughts and the exhausted wizard quickly raised his wand to vanish the demolished potion.
With his eyes closed, he tried to figure out what to do next. The brewing process would have to be started from the very beginning and the missing ingredient must be made once more. Another day would be lost because of his inattentiveness and lack of control.
The disheartened man raised himself from his chair and walked to his storage room to fish out the necessary ingredients and he willed himself this time to finish the potion.