Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognisable here. Sadly it all belongs to the genius, Philip Pullman.
With a shaking hand I reached into my pocket and drew out a folded scrap of paper. As I lay it down carefully on the table I desperately tried not to think what resided inside. Lifting the decanter of wine I tried desperately to steady my hand. Asriel you fool, why did you have to make it come to this? If you had only been more subtle, less public! The golden liquid sloshed around the glass sides as I pulled out the stopper. I picked up the folded slip of paper and, in one quick movement, poured the deadly toxin into the wine. As I did so I felt my resolve waver, this had all gone too far! But it was too late and the poison was in the wine. My conscience died, it was all in the best interests of the college. Nothing else mattered. I threw the paper into the fire and stirred the liquid. Answering my Dæmons concerned inquiry to my determination about this, I left the room. Asriel would die and the college, as well as the girl, would be safe from his reckless curiosity. I only hoped I could be forgiven for this dreadful act.