"You should be worried about the scarring." She said and pulled up her sleeve to show him. She had a substantial scar over her own forearm. "Believe me, you would not like that." She covered it up again.

She glared at him and in her mind she knew she should keep her mouth shut, but instead she said "Just... forget about it... I shouldn't have left it out." She said looking at the kid's arm.

... Sweet Circe, she was getting soft working at this bloody school!

Hecate Lafay...

Slytherin Softie...

...NOT!

As the ice melted she made another layer, and then went to her potion's kit. She set herself up and began brewing a pain potion for his arm. "What am I going to do with you Master Dakest...?"