"Quite the opposite actually. I’m quite certain I’m the smartest one in the room, and that will keep me alive." She stands, crossing the floor to the enchanted bars. She smirks as his hand twitches to his wand immediately. Her hand hovers just millimeters from the bars and he raises the wand fully. He would blast her away from the bars if necessary, because as she suspected: he needs her alive. And when she takes a step back and his wand lowers, she’s certain of it. 