When the hour passed Alani walked through the castle with her hood down, her nose was gushing out blood by the second, everyone in the castle were asleep so she didn't have to worry about anyone catching her. Alani's expression was lifeless and distant as she stepped back into Dumbledore's office. "Do that again, but this time knock." he barked. Alani stepped out of his room and knocked on the door. "Come in!" he said and she walked into the office. "I see Filch has taught you a lesson, now, I have thought your mistake through. I will give you tonight to write me each spell and potion, from memory, then you will put it on my desk at Six Am, sharp. That gives you Six hours, starting... Now." Dumbledore had stared at his watch as he said this. Alani lifted her hood up and she walked out of his Office. "Why do people treat you like you are worth nothing, first your Uncle, then Dumbledore and then Fred Weasley." The Angel murmured solemnly.