You stare down Blaise, "Crabbe and Goyle both showed their personal loyalty to me."
He looked you over, as if daring to question your integrity. Flashing a steely look to the heavies who flank you, they give a nervous, uncomfortable nod of their heads. It was a coin toss, which of them felt the hardest done by. Neither spoke to the other of their transfiguration.
The experience of being transfigured into young witches was still humiliating. But, both shared a sneaky look, knowing Blaise's potion would be even more testing...
You thrust out an arm, driving the potion vial into Blaise's chest. "Take it, or leave."
Crossing your arms, you refuse to explain further, or answer any more questions. This is the whole point of the loyalty test. Their unquestioning obedience is the challenge.
Blaise snatches the potion vial it sloshes, and he raises to look at the contents. Like a connoisseur of fine wine he cautiously sniffs it for clues. As if he could tell the outcome by that alone.
Remaining blank-faced, you reveal no hint of your inner joy about what he's about to become.
Stepping back, he raises the potion high, as if saluting you with it. Lowering it, and quickly swallowing the contents is a single smooth gulp.
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