Wilfred watched on fondly and that old ache returned as he reflected just how quiet his home would become once she was gone. How much she had filled his home and his life with her presence. He spoke truly when he worried over her magical aura. It was too noticeable, and the main reason he’d recognized her for a witch on their meeting and not another muggle urchin. Her magic was somehow both light and dark at once, and he knew exactly who might be drawn to that at Hogwarts...who might attempt to mold her into another tool.