Jack appreciated that no one was treating him like a baby, and trying to hold the water for him. Or putting the pills into his hand. He picked up the water and took a long drink, then took the first pill. "You get used to the school," he said slowly, "knowing things." Right. Of course. "Are they wizards, or witches?" He took the second pill, then asked, "What's the worst thing?" Just tell him and get it over with, so he could brace himself. Again. Like he was trying to brace himself for having his arm shoved back into its socket.