She didn't understand why they were arguing. Why did he care so much about what she did? Every single thing about the wizard confused her. From the first day of the year when he entered the room she was sleeping in and didn't attack her, she hadn't been able to figure out what he was trying to do. One second to the next he appeared to contradict himself. Part of her wished that she'd never crossed his path. Or maybe that she'd made it to the front door of her house that day before he grabbed her. Maybe this would've all been much easier.