She eyed him cautiously, pursing her lips together. It hadn't occurred to him that this was the first time they had actually spoken together. That he had never formally introduced himself, or even so much as said hello. He barely even knew her name, as she was only referred to as the strange girl who hardly spoke. He simply knew it was something unique. Like most magical names were. Surely, she was a pureblood who had strayed from her family? Had been attacked and harmed by an unknown being. Perhaps her memory loss wasn't even from the great fall she suffered. Perhaps she had been obliviated by a covetous wizard who wished to strip her of her magic.