But he did know her. He knew that no matter how many repelling charms she would cast on her robes, she would always show up covered from head to toe in Kneazle fur. He knew that when faced with an impossible arithmancy equation, she would stare at it for hours with enough intensity in her eyes to light her parchment afire until she solved the unsolvable. And he knew that despite every reason not to, she felt extreme amounts of empathy for every wretched creature in existence, and that included him.