Of course, Graham knew when someone had started following him. You didn't live under the thumb of an evil wizard for your entire life without knowing when someone was watching you, even in his desperate desire to escape. But he could also tell that, whoever it was, it was definitely not the man who had accosted him, and he also knew that whoever it was....was determined.

Realizing he couldn't shake them, he did the next best thing, stopping in his tracks suddenly and swinging around, his hands lifted menacingly in warning.

"Stop right there!" he called out, in a voice that was far more squeak than it was intimidation. "I know mag--"

He blinked as he saw who it was.

"--ic," he finished, dropping his hands and straightening up a little. "Charlie?"

And then lifted his hands again slightly. It looked like Charlie, sure, but if he was dealing with wizards right now, it could be an illusion.