Tom stepped out of his office to the balcony, quite irritated. He could never abide shouting. They were no peasants. It reminded him too much of his childhood in the orphanage. Yet the moment he noticed the raw flesh of his former servant, he instructed briskly, "To the ritual circle! Barty! Merope!" He called, hasting after them. When his servant and elf appeared, he ordered. "Bring a blanket, clean linen and a bedsheet to the ritual circle. Barty, bring me our emergency potion's kit and Nagini. Now!"