Part of her knew that it would make her feel better to confess the odd encounter to Antonin. There was a time in their life when they had no secrets, even when it might have been less hurtful if they did. He would be able to give her greater insight into the motivation of the old man to drop by her office when she was alone. But, a concern in the back of her mind that she didn't understand everything that happened in her absence kept her silent for the moment. She really just wanted to help Aberforth escape and move on with her life. Every day she continued to practice cloaking her magic until it became like second-nature to her. Never again did she want to left completely helpless and without magic. Once she completed her mission, she could run away without fear. If she knew too much about what was happening, she might be encouraged to stay home and protect her son. She knew willful ignorance was the coward's way of coping and she didn't care.