Having finally given up on trying to move past him, annoyed with his attentions, she turned around from him, walking back towards her room. He only followed her, eager to speak more with the witch, to coax out her magic. He had only ever dealt with witches and wizards inside Hogwarts, had never had the opportunity to encounter one outside of the castle. Had never had one seemingly placed at his doorstep, certainly not one like her, who exuded power. How had he not noticed it before? The way her hair swayed with it, frizzing from the crack of her magic. The light that shrouded her, the aura as her magic pulled into his, the two forces colliding as if to seek solace in it.