It was more a wonder than a certainty that led her to blanketing her mind with Occlumancy, a surprised hum burbling from her throat as she felt her shields fall thick around her Inner Self; all in the nick of time as well when the Old Goat fell into her vision, his appearance marked by a stunningly impertinent probe as he tried to look inside her mind. He was buffeted, pushed away, cut off from any point of access and left scrabbling against her walls as she drowned his attempts in the seas that ringed her Fortress, an ugly smirk turning up one corner of his lips in a flash that was quickly settled back into the mask of Grandfatherly kindness.