It shouldn’t sound like a question but I don’t recognize this woman. I don’t know what to do. I set the plate down and retreat to the closest armchair. She blinks at me twice, slowly, and looks down at the plate, strands of her hair falling over her face. I see her brow furrow, like she cant comprehend that we’re both in the same room. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew that mind healer was fucking cracked. Seeing me was going to break her to a point no one could fix. This was a terrible idea and they should have sent me to Azkaban. Fuck. I sit with my chin rested on my closed fist, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She’s staring at the plate like she’s confused.