Entering the office, his eyes flicked immediately to the table ladened with potions and balms and found for the third time in a row now, that the small vial stoppered with a pipette was missing. He was easily distracted though, his mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead of them tomorrow. He could hardly sit still while Snape examined him and twirled his wand in front of his face, and more than once Snape had snapped, "Will you be still Potter!" and clasped his chin between his forefinger and thumb to stop him from moving.