Waver's focus shifts to the potions, carefully plucking them out of the box and putting them aside. They're all neatly labeled, which is a blessing in and of itself, but there's something else that is bothering him.

"The depth here is wrong," he murmurs, once all of the potions are out of their compartment. "These shelves should sit at the bottom of this, but it looks like this isn't the bottom of the trunk at all."