Sleep seemed to be a foreign concept in the days that followed. Between working on her potion and a seemingly endless array of simple tasks Snape assigned her, she was happy to get a few hours of rest each night. It felt like Snape was punishing her for something. Surely there were other people he could ask to fill the shelf with fresh ingredients, to make base potions, and to clean used cauldrons. Every time she thought he had finally run out of tasks to assign to her, he handed her a long to-do list.