"This really doesn't taste great." Ron's face twisted a little after he drank the small bottle of Enchanted Body Potions he had been given.
"Then you've got rotten luck. That bottle must be one I made fairly early on, when my technique still had a few problems. That made it taste worse, but there's nothing wrong with its effects," Harry said with a grin. Then he took a swig himself and couldn't help shuddering, his features scrunching together.
Well, his bottle was clearly even harder to stomach.
The others had no particular reaction. Potions weren't drinks—of course, some potions could be enjoyed as drinks, but Enchanted Body Potions weren't one of them. It looked as though Harry's portion was his first successful batch, while Ron's was his second.
Everyone else's had been made after Harry had gotten the hang of it, so only those two had particularly foul-tasting ones.
But there was still one person who hadn't drunk hers.
"Ginny, why aren't you drinking yours?" Ron asked, looking in puzzlement at Ginny, who was holding her potion without drinking it.
After all, Harry had brewed this potion. Normally, never mind a potion Harry had painstakingly brewed-even a glass of water he had poured would be something Ginny treasured.
And now she actually wasn't drinking it?
The others also noticed that Ginny hadn't drunk the potion in the little bottle in her hand, which held only a few Sickles, and were all rather surprised.
"I... I want to drink it after I get back..." Ginny's gaze shifted. "Is that okay?"
"Well, sure, but I think it's safer for us to drink it together. After all, if something does happen to go wrong, at least there'll be someone nearby, right?" Harry said, a little puzzled.
He hadn't thought as much into it