Clara nodded and her mind began to spin though the index of her knowledge of potions and poisons. It would have been easier if it had been a poison. Drawing a small object out of the bag it looked like a petrified kidney bean. “Here, pinch your nose and swallow this,” she instructed her, handing Sara the bezoar. However, she didn’t have much hope that it would be that easy.
“What do you feel like? What is the potion doing?” she inquired, looking for insight.
“Should we get you to Madame Pomfrey?” She was still thinking that Tracey could have conceivably tried to maim or even kill Sara. It wasn’t unheard of in the history of wizard society that someone would try to kill a rival or a jilted lover tried to get revenge.