He shook his head as Ronald fished out the potion from his robes. "No, but I'm pretty sure it was a disillusioned wizard. Smelled like a bloke." She fought the urge to sniff him as she took the dittany and started to apply it to the wound, his skin smoking as it re-knit itself at an accelerated speed. He whimpered in pain as Lavender did her best to ignore her inner beast's desires to take him there.