And ironically, the dark wizards they were supposed to help take down had been the first to see that there was nothing common in their abilities, in their magic. Draco Malfoy had never offered her power as explicitly as the Darkling had Alina, but he’d always looked at her as if she was his equal, even if he’d called her mudblood, his eyes on her every time she spoke in class, his smirk as she won points and points for Ravenclaw something she could never quite pretend to ignore.