He was fortunately not angry with her, though that was not enough to stop her nerves from acting up when he moved closer to her, holding his wand awkwardly in his tiny palm. No one under the age of seventeen, of course, was actually allowed to use magic, but her understanding was that no one was able to tell who was casting spells when they were in an area populated with witches and wizards.

That was not what made her truly anxious however; she was aware that they were but eleven years of age, and neither of them had presumably done magic before. Lots could go wrong in situations like this.

"Only if you know what you're doing," she said quickly, wanting to give him no chance to start waving his wand about before she could get out her concerns. "...And only if you let me try."

(This was, perhaps, not the most sensible thing she'd ever done. Whoops.)

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