Draco places his ring a single centimetre away from him, and on the other side is her potion. He lifts his wand, and she watches in amazement as he murmurs Latin incantations to transfer the liquid into the ring. The words fall from his lips like a soft satin, and she's memorized by the movement of his lips and tongue, almost as if he's singing, "spe ligaveris caecus dolor."