In the common room Theo had said something about a second year drinking too much sleeping drought and a letter about hating life. I think I remember now, some girl in rags for robes and some kind stain on her cheek, some birthmark or something hideous. I’m supposed to - I’m here to be the obstacle to overcome - I'm an automaton performing in the hardship play - you’re smart and I’m supposed to make you doubt yourself and in the end you survive.