Helga had quite a strong pair of lungs on her, but Salazar listened quietly and patiently for her to finish her story before she cut herself off. Normally, a lot of talking annoyed him, but it was difficult for him to find fault in little Helga. Her sincerity, her openness, and her shyness.. it strangely endeared her to him. Perhaps this was why they were fated to work together, he thought to himself.
"I see," Salazar said, a man of few words. "Perhaps we can remedy your lack of wand.. Or, find a way to control your magic without a wand. Anger is a powerful source of magic, but it is difficult to control when your mind is muddied by emotions."
He paused himself. It was strange, talking to her from the armchair while she stood there in the doorway. Her upbringing was good, he discerned. "Before I speak about the book, will you not come sit and make yourself comfortable?"