Ignoring her, I sat down in the chair and stared at the Great Hall doors. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the lackey pull out a flask and parchment. The same potion and parchment that was in Potions last week. I continued to ignore her as she went on her tirade. Eventually I saw the lackey pull out a knife. Steeling myself I raised my hand to allow him to get my blood. Instead of poking my finger, he decided to slice the palm of my hand. The pain from the cut was nothing compared to everything else tumbling through me. 