The prospect of gutting a fish that was less than fresh was far from appealing to Sabbath. Surely, it wasn't a divining prerequisite for the fish to be past its prime. Apart from that, he was also looking pretty snappy in his pink satin suit and black pencil tie, and he wasn't keen to get fish entrails all over it. Grumbling, he flipped his text book open to page 211 and tied back his hair.

He watched the professor closely as she demonstrated the gutting procedure and the Diffindo spell, Sabbath picked up his wand and followed suit. “Diffindo” he said, lancing the fish lengthways to reveal the innards. "Pwoah!" he exclaimed, closing his eyes briefly as the unsavoury aroma reached his nostrils.

Not wanting to prolong the unpleasant task he quickly opened the fish, allowing the entrails to slither out onto the table. He stretched them out with the tip of his wand, his lip curling in disgust. He glanced at his textbook and back again at the entrails in an effort to devine the meaning. It seemed that his fish had revealed a blockage. He was unimpressed, but not surprised, he already knew he had some major challenges and decisions ahead of him.