Despite what Djura believed to be the sheer impudence of flaunting magic like this, counter-intuitively or otherwise, he could not help but feel a pang of sympathy for the strange woman, who looked young and lost as she regarded him with wide, panicked eyes. He didn't much appreciate having his normalcy forgotten, while her witchcraft was taken for granted, but she did not seem to be doing it on purpose.

So she was tasked with overseeing the aviary, but had let her flock flee...

"I can... look around". Never had an imposing, wealthy Baron been so useless. "But have you no appropriate..." he felt like he was uttering a curse word as he finished his sentence: "magical spells?"

Ignorant though he was of the wizarding world, he found it hard to believe that simple birds could not be summoned and rounded up with a swish of a fancy twig.