She was seated in a corner, crying. The shimmer on her face was gone leaving the horrible scar open for the world to see. But there was more than just that. He could faintly see the same mark on her neck he had glimpsed from the first class. Now it was more visible, it was two letters, he could tell that much. Just as he tried to get a better look, his foot stepped on a bad board causing it to creak, at which point Professor Black’s head snapped up to meet his own. 