He offered Ashley a small piece of candy, one she calmly declined. There was no fooling her. Her magic easily recognized the compulsion charms the sweet was drenched in. Honestly, it was pathetic how the old man still thought he controlled her. She was a better actress than she gave herself credit for. But then, if that was true, there was no point into spelling her again, unless.... Dumbledore suspected that she wasn’t his puppet anymore. That was bad, that was really bad.