William restrained the urge to roll his eyes, reaching to pluck the vial out of Gabe's hand. The Curse wasn't something you forgot or faked; he still remembered the Head Boy telling them that after a potions class one day when William was getting ready to take his OWLs. Remembering exactly why it was an impossible experience to forget made his stomach curl at the thought of voluntarily doing it a second time, but he'd steeled himself for that already.
"Ravenclaw," he told Gabe, which was answer enough. "Do I drink this? Should I know anything before I do?"