Potter, Harry Potter, was in her woods. Why? Okay, he was hiding out from the law, nearly no one came out that way (Felixa knew that), and it wasn't like he was stuck there. Unlike them at the moment. Nor did he seem to be injured, another advantage. And with a wand pointing at her on a regular basis, she wasn't about to forget that. Though, what Felixa would give to have an hour alone with that wand: Holly, 11", phoenix feather core, nice and supple.
"I'm Felixa Abaddon," the older witch replied, "This is Romilda Vane. We're injured. We were horseback riding, but the horses got spooked. We fell off." She sighed at the next thought, but unless Potter was a complete idiot, he would realize it soon enough anyway, "And our wands are broken. Any healing spells would be appreciated or a shelter or fire."
And here she was having a conversation with Potter asking him for help of all people. Well, it was his chance to show his character, and Felixa knew the thoughts that were instantly coming to mind, but she always judged someone. And she was watching for any falsehoods in his words or behavior.