Speaking of potions reminds me of Snape. He's been in and out of here, mostly because the potions I'm having to take are not part of Madam Pomfrey's usual repertoire. He's been giving me the oddest looks---a mixture of respect, wariness, and what I'd swear was fear. I should keep in mind that he was a Death Eater himself for some time, and do my best to lull him back into thinking I'm a sweet little studious creature. He's one person who is not going to be easily fooled by my gender or age. He knew more curses when he got to Hogwarts than some seventh-years, and he had to have known Bellatrix Lestrange.