This stranger — a very pale stranger, and Zelda thought she knew why — wanted to be let into her home? Zelda frowned, left somewhat at an impasse — she could not hex him without opening her window, and she could not figure out why he wanted in without opening her window. She'd always been a curious, and she held her wand carefully in one hand, still aimed at him, when she opened the window an inch.

Just enough to talk. And enough to fire off a hex, if necessary. "Why?" Zelda asked, eyes narrowed.

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