But the magicks rocked through the room, sent the drizzle of stone clattering to the floors as the entire cave like room they were in trembled. And it was even easier to forget the type of raw power that sung heavy in James" veins. Master of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. Whereas the Black Blood was as pure as it came, Potter Blood had travelled, had sought, had mixed, blended, created. Every continent, every corner of the earth. They'd all be forced together in a culmination of magicks so volatile their chaos was beauty.