Vangelos tried to crawl away from the girl, but was unable to as he had backed himself up against a wall. "I-I apologize then." Vangelos said quickly, not wanting to incur this girl's wrath. Though he couldn't shake the feeling that something was still very wrong about her. "It was wrong of me! Maybe you'd be willing to tell me what truly happened to those wizards then?"<br/>Everything was pitch black as she loomed over him. Nothing could be seen. He fumbled around looking for his wand in the pitch black. He felt so lost and vulnerable without it. Not because of the magic it possessed, but because of what it meant to him. When he had it in his hands he felt his master's presence watching over him. And because of that, he felt like the whole world wouldn't be able to touch him.