Though it was a chilly December night, the sunroom was beautiful. The stary sky beyond the bay-windows created a tranquil atmosphere. For a few moments, Harry took the time to collect himself. He reached into his robes and held out a blood-speckled handkerchief. Severus unwrapped it and revealed his potion knife. The hint of a smile graced his lips. The young man had preserved the blood. He approved.