Slytherin by heart "How do you think potions are made? Here..." She pulled out her wand, which still had some of the blood on it. "I used magic to heal the wound on the back of your head. I'm only a fourth year, so I'm not spectacular or anything." She thought a moment, then pulled an empty vial from her robes (no idea where she kept all of them) and set it on the ground. "Wingardium leviosa," she cast, raising the vial up about a foot. "Go ahead. Run your hand around it. No strings, nothin'."
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