Jade forced her panick attack down, and passed by a shop called the Coffin House. A shiver ran down her spine, the art of necromancy. Jade could remember being intrigued by the art when she was 16. That had been her first time in Knockturn Alley, dragging a complaining Severus in tow. She had once sourt of had the place memorized, but stuff happens, she supposed.