"Tsk, tsk, Fletcher," she scolded in fun, "we're all supposed to be out there hunting for the rabid wolf, remember?" She pushed the boundaries a bit further. She was in his mind, but not quite ready to manipulate yet. "Even better if we can find the real thing, though. The whole point is to drag Potter out of hiding, but if the two are in contact, there's no way a look-alike will be efficient." Her own thoughts expanded and, unnoticeable to his conscious mind, flowed through his.
She nodded toward the book in front of him. "What are you working on? Hope I didn't interrupt anything too important," she smiled.