His tone changed very quickly, leaving Dionisia to run her previous words through her head once again. Had she struck a nerve? She looked down at her own robes—not healer robes, but hospital ones most certainly. His sudden movements and unfriendly demeanor frightened her for a moment as she became acutely aware that she was outside, in the dark, with an unfamiliar man. She rose from her crouch to meet his height, clutching her coat against her front side.

"Actually, I'm - uh - a mediwitch at Hogsmeade," she responded uneasily, taking a step backwards. "I didn't mean to disturb you. Who is — 'him'?" she asked before casting a glance over her shoulder. Nobody in sight.

Dionisia wasn't sure what sort of epiphany the man had come to, or what involvement he thought she played in it. He hadn't struck her as the dangerous sort, but obviously his sudden mood shift meant that he could be any sort of man.