"There we go. Now let’s see what you are hiding," she whispered so that only I could hear. Sneering in response, I remained quiet looking forward. Not feeling the strength to look at anyone else. "Please pour the potion on the parchment." The seconds I was trying to count to when the words would slowly fill the parchment, felt like hours. "Interesting. I can’t make out what is on here. Oh! There we go. Now it’s becoming coherent."