"Oh." Still, Helga couldn't help but look around, fearful of those she was sure were to come, despite the man's words.
"I do not fear them," she told him, standing up taller. She was still tiny. "They merely do not understand that we are different; they fear us needlessly and move to protect themselves from that which they do not know." They needed only to be educated on wizard culture and then everyone could get along. Helga rubbed her arms to get heat back into them. She was starting to shiver. "My mother has taught me potions and some spells, though I could practice only occasionally with her wand."