"The Son of S-Satan?" Anathema looked momentarily flustered. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about what's in your book."
Standing at the door, John said calmly, "You aren't going to make me stand outside to talk, are you, witch?"
That would be very rude.
Hearing what John called her, Anathema grew uneasy.
With apprehension in her heart, she invited John inside.
For a moment, she thought John might be a vampire.
Why else would he need an invitation to enter?
"I'm not a vampire."
As though he knew what Anathema was thinking, John said, "I just prefer not to make my hosts uncomfortable."
"Just like using Apparition to enter someone's home without permission. That's very rude."
John was saying things that even the witch couldn't understand.
Anathema was rather tense. "Who exactly are you?"
"Me?" John pointed at Anathema. "I'm like you."
"You're a witch too?"
"I'm a wizard."
John looked speechless. What was wrong with her comprehension?
Anathema gave an awkward laugh, then quickly caught on and exclaimed, "You're a wizard?"
"You're a witch, so why can't I be a wizard?" John found her reaction baffling.
"Sorry, I've never seen any other wizards." Anathema also realized she had overreacted and explained, "I've never seen any outside my family."
"Then are you a pure-blood?"
"A pure-blood? What's that?"
John's bewildering terminology was unfamiliar to Anathema.
Although she came from a family of witches, she had no extraordinary magic.
About the only thing special about her was her ability to see auras of various colors.
She looked at John. There was nothing around him.
How strange.
She had never met anyone like this before.
But whenever she couldn't find an explanation, she chose to gloss over it.
John was actually quite interested in the wizards here, too.
Unlike where he