"Ah," he simply replied meekly. The sound of pages being turned filled the compartment as we settled into silence. Pulling out my bag, I grabbed a book of my own, another acquisition from the Black library. Not bothering to glamour it like I did earlier in the year. Everyone knew I wielded dark magic, there was no sense in hiding it. Not like I would go around using it on innocents. I wasn’t evil. This was the kind of magic that has been developed within nine centuries that wouldn’t be taught at Hogwarts.