"I’ve always felt your magic." Her thumbs drags along the edge of what used to be a sharp and pointy cheekbone on a teenage boy, to the carved cheekbone of the man he had grown into. It certainly felt real. But dreams had a very funny way of echoing real-life events. "First year, you accidentally bumped into me on the train, it was right before I met Harry and Ron for the first time, actually. Certainly wasn’t very gentlemanly of you, I mean I understand you were only eleven, but still, you were a pureblood for Merlin’s sake."