He had to admit, the blackened edge of the top of her ear...he hadn’t seen anything like it before. He knew it was from the Battle of Hogwarts, but it looked so unlike what you’d expect a grazing of an Avada would. Less like the grazing of a spell, and more so like an inner darkness, spreading to the outside. He still couldn’t quite gauge where she fell on the scale of good and bad. His augurium senses told him conflicting things, and it felt like more stress than it was worth to spend time wondering.