The boy cocked his head and leaned against the shelf as though it had been his choice all along. He pushed his hair back and observed her with a slight quirk to his full mouth. "I can’t say I’ve ever met a witch so small, yet so terrifying before, but no harm done. I suppose I did startle you," he added, straightening with a quick bow and casual glance at her frock and cloak. "Forgive me, Miss..." 