Aldous cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Indeed," he answered, briefly, too briefly, meeting her eyes before focusing studiously upon her shoulder instead. "In fact, Miss Scamander, it is that precise fact that is the cause for my call today."

She knew—if she hadn't known when Aldous had arrived, she must now realize his intention, must feel the stirrings of some opinion one with or the other beginning within her. Though the wizard had never before wished for the gift of legilimency, in this moment, he could not help but wish he knew her mind. This was not love; there was no understanding between he and Miss Scamander. There was only uncertainty.

"It is a matter that I have given a great deal of consideration of late."