His silence was telling. He did know her then, of that she was certain. Jo stopped in her tracks (nearly colliding with the person following behind them) and eyed him once more. The man was most certainly unfamiliar, that he knew her was unsettling.

"How did you know my name?" She demanded of him again. "I'll not help you and would sooner snap my wand than hand it over willingly." Hers was a nuisance anyway. Perhaps a new wand would be a better fit.

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