I push open the portrait and walk into the heads common room. Two steps into the room and I see her, sitting back by the fire again, in a bra and shorts. Feet bare and touching each other, making her legs into a diamond shape. She is carving runes into her upper arm with her wand. Wordless blood magic. She has books sprawled around her and she’s carving runes into her upper arm. Hair bundled up on her head. She’s not even crying. She must be opening the scars I saw last night to re-activate some sort of... charm?