Heal a broken arm... Levitate in mid air... amplify a scream to echo through the entire Estate... She was right, you did notice; well normally, didn't you?
She'd stepped back, so his arms dropped and he reached up to scratch the side of his neck, what did he say? "Perhaps..." he licked his lips once more. "He was afraid? Has been afraid? His subconscious has been trapped in such a lock of fear only now he's able to mature magically correctly." He knew he was pulling at straws, but what could they do? If he was a squib..... There had never been a squib in the entirety of the Montague line.