Jean stood and walked out of the restaurant. At the door, she doubled over and fell to her knees as her magic untwisted and loosed. It felt like she was being roasted then doused with ice water, simultaneously. A deluge of magic washed over her, enough to power a demanding enchantment. The only thing that she could think with that much power was the working that kept Hermione Granger and Jean White’s connection secret. Her secret had been safe for five years. It should have been impossible for any witch or wizard to break it. How could it be undone?