“Quite the necklace you have there.” He points to the greenish bruises on my throat. “Thank you. It was expensive.” I lift my chin. “Cost someone their life.” “Ah, that’s right. I recall hearing you were nearly done in by a first-year. Good to see that the embarrassment didn’t finish the job he started. But I guess you’re probably used to barely squeaking by alive, seeing how frail you’re rumored to be.”
