She turns her head (probably to see who dares to disturb her private audience), spots me and swings her legs off the table to lithely jump to her feet. I purposely fix my gaze on a random spot slightly above Potter's left shoulder as she marches past me. While I'm far less inclined to heed Blaise's warnings and act subservient in her presence after she talked so much shit during the last combat training, there are more important things than revenge right now.