The competition time waned, and Mr. Zabini and his cauldron had disappeared behind a worrying cloud of smoke – so that made the winner of this bracket fairly clear, by the by. "Well, congratulations, Miss Slughorn," Trystan announced wryly, as he began to usher everyone towards the exits before the other cauldron and its dubious contents could erupt over anyone. It would be a shame to maim a perfectly talented young potioneer in the process.
