Lavender sat still for a moment, panting, her face stinging as tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt dizzy, either from whatever they had given her or the sudden loss of blood, it was hard to tell. The wolf was furious; it wanted to lash out, to growl and snap, but she could barely lift her arms other than to wrap one around her knees, curling herself into a protective ball.
There was movement from above and the basement door opened. Lavender looked up with a flicker of hope, but it was just the man from before. "Here," Kazim called, tossing a vial of potion down to Tracey. "That'll keep her quiet. And if anything goes wrong we'll just be a bad dream, eh?" he smirked at Lavender.