Go with it

"I... was testing you!" you say, the gears in your head clicking as you try to remain calm in the face of the unexpected development. Give the chain of events that had led you to this point, it's impossible for you to have imagined crossing paths with a real witch.

"You were?" Pammy says quizzically.

"Yes. Yes. I was looking for a witch. I had heard there was 1 on campus, and I thought the library was a logical place to look."

"You were? But... the badge... and the ****..."

"That was all an cover story. I had heard about you and wanted to be careful," you continue to lie, hoping Pammy would believe you.

"You heard about me?" Pammy's eyebrows furrow and she seems shaken and less confident than she had been before. "Was it because of what happened to... James Danker?"

"Yes," you respond quickly even though you have no idea who James Danker is.

Pammy bites her lower lip and looks down, clearly feeling guilty about something and you let the weigh of the silence hang in the air. After a while, she finally raises her head and back at you. "I... It's was a mistake. I didn't mean for... I had never tried that spell before and I should probably not have done it without practicing. It was stupid of me. My aunt would kill me if she found out. Seriously, she can't find out. Please," Pammy begs you. You have even more questions than before, but at least now you have the upper hand again. Also, it sounds like Pamela, her aunt, is also a witch. It must be a family thing, you deduce.