Considering that Eric had entered the apartment shrunken down, Anne wasn't aware of his presence. Though really, at this point she would need to start developing some sense of when he was around. At present, she was sitting on the floor of the living room with a red wax candle in front of her. Anne focused her power, channeling her magic with a glint in her eye.

When she focused hard enough, the candle lit.

Anne clapped and gave a little sound of delight, having accomplished her task. But then she focused again, bringing a hand out, squeezing a fist, and the candle snuffed itself out. Anne couldn't have been more pleased with herself.