He frowned. He had forgotten that, having lost himself in the companionship of the girl. He was never one to seek out company, particularly not in the orphanage, where he strove to keep to himself for the summer months. But the melancholy and bitterness at having returned to such an awful place had been pushed away when he learned she was like him, when he began to fill his days surrounded by magic and watching the witch bloom before him. Watched her turn from a useless muggle to a great sorceress in the manner of weeks. He had been so distracted by her unending amazement at his abilities, charming her until he decided what he would do with her, that he had forgotten her mysterious past. Her humble beginnings.