"Wandless magic then," he'd only seen it a few times, done it once or twice himself in a panic, but the idea of someone actually relying completely on it interested him immensely.

Regarding her curiously across the table, he nods once before answering. She was the first to question him regarding where in his life he was. A part of him is grateful for it, but there's an aching curiosity to lie, but he ignores it.

"Harry is in his fifth year at Hogwarts," he keeps his voice low, thinking that he should have cast an spell to keep people from overhearing them. "It was only a few days after Christmas. I had just left St. Mungo's after speaking with Arthur. He's the father of Ron Weasley. Harry's friends are mentioned in these novels, yes?"