Taking a deep breath, Harry steadied his wand and said the words to the spell, pleading with his magicks to listen. The bottle rattled, spun a little, and out spat a new one. "Very good," Evan praised, unstoppering the new one to assess it. He tipped it back and downed the whole thing. "I deserved that," he shrugged, dismissing Harry's glare. His expression sobered immediately though. "I only want three of you going through." 