"Feeling like you are going to withdraw? Do you want a potion?" he sneers as he pulls out my school bag and turns it upside down. Every potion bottle I had with me spill out on the foot end of the bed. "You should be smarter than this! Fuck, Hermione! I gave you this potion to help you. Well not this potion, a much weaker variant of it. I am so disappointed in you, I never thought you capable of this."