Mafalda was a brilliant witch. Having only just started at Hogwarts when he was in his fifth year, he’d always been impressed by her intelligence and ambition. He had taken her on when she graduated. She managed his schedule and assisted with potions that required more than two hands. As he looked at her, he realised that she was very similar to the one and only Hermione Granger. He wondered if the two would have been friends if she hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin.