He was enthralled by the soft, feminine, voice. He didn't recognize the voice of his mate sitting a mere distance away, so how did she know who he was? Who was she? Who was with her, and why were they stirring old familial bonds? His mind was racing, and in the mist of his internal strife, he caught glimpses of the conversation that unfolded. The witch had noticed his name on his briefcase stored overhead, and had deduced that he would be filling the Defense Against the Dark Arts position for the upcoming year.