Instead, he’d take the swotty little witch to do something new, perhaps he’d finally teach her how to fly. She still craved knowledge, filling her free hours with endless hobbies of new hyperfixations. When he and Potter had first become partners, he’d come in with a different knit hat every day for a month because she had taken up knitting again. Another month it had been watercolor painting, another time it was gardening. She flitted to different topics, soaking in as much knowledge as she could from the world around her. 