Misdreavus slouches, looking disappointed still. She really wanted a confident, strong trainer... one that helped HER, not the other way around. And on top of that she'd made a terrible first impression.

"...is this.. magic then?"

It seemed obviously so. Credence had such conflicting thoughts on magic. Inexorably drawn to it yet taught ti be ashamed and afraid of it and its practitioners.

He startled at the noise Queenie made, pulling the coat closer around himself. His eyes glanced fearfully towards her before the instinctive drop to avoid eye contact. Forever acting submissively.

"Then.. I won't get in trouble.. did.. Is this Mr. Graves' doing? He said he would.. teach me but I'm not supposed to.. uh.."

Well, he's messed that up already hadn't he?