TheEnchantersChair

Albus sat across the threadbare carpet watching as the chair enveloped its occupant in the folds of bough and leaf ... he remained quite still, never once showing any sign of surprize or alarm ... he took a sip from his glass then smiled ...
The enchantment would soon reveal the results so subtly sought ... coaxed from the limbs of the chair and the slumbering soul of the disarmed Potionsmaster ...