He made a dramatic show of dropping his wand on the foot of the bed to prove he wasn't going to use it again. As he stepped backwards with his palms held up, she snorted. Did he really expect her to just come quietly? The faintest light shining through the window lit up the wizard's pale blond hair. He'd aged since they were last in the same room together. What innocence once remained was nowhere to be found. His chrysalis was complete. The spoiled child was now an embittered, damaged man.