[He watches her with keen eyes and growing fascination. No, this is very different from how the Amelia he knows casts, with such ease that she makes it look as natural as breathing. This is a student who proceeds with the precise, careful consideration of someone who's still learning, who doesn't want to make any unnecessary mistakes.

It's interesting to see this, and to know he can compare the difference between the past and present. What a difference it is.

Though, funnily enough, Henry listens as though he, too, is a rapt student of magic.]

It makes sense. I come from another world altogether, you know, and there isn't any magic there. Maybe no world really needs magic.

[But what does he know?]

So did the Witch King really just... make witches?