The hate for the pull he feels towards her has gradually dissolved during the two years they spent apart, leaving in its place only a mild irritation at her lack of vision, at the way the pathetic Oristev boy had bent her spirit and her perception of herself. The magic moving inside her was ancient, more powerful than anything he’d ever felt in anyone else, and it called to him. At first, he’d thought he could take it for himself, what use was to him such an unambitious girl? But how wrong he’d been. He could not take what she would not willingly give, and now he wanted all of her. So he allowed her to go back to the pathetic muggle boy while he waited patiently for her inevitable return. Of course she’d come back, the alternative would have been giving up her magic, a part of herself, for a boy who hated her power and wanted only the parts of her that didn’t interfere with his fragile ego.