Her hands suddenly felt cold, even though she was holding the hot tea cup. Minerva suddenly worried for Atlas' safety.
"So you aren't taking it now? What about the next full moon, Atlas?" She worried her lower lip, thinking.
"I don't think the Ministry goes as far as that, but...I mean, if you don't take the potion you get violent, don't you?"
Minerva looked at him. "You could be in danger," she finished with a whisper. Looking at the tea in her cup, the image of a wolf frozen still in death from a killing curse emerged and she gasped. The tea spilled over, hot on her lap and she stood up swearing.