He pulled his wand out of his pocket and she almost cooed.  He was so good at magic.  He'd sorted her books for her when she'd moved in and hadn't that been just the most thoughtful thing ever.  Thoughtful and powerful and he smelled so good.  She knew you weren't supposed to admit some people were just better at magic, but some were.  He was.   "I think I told you to get out," he said.  