[Her thoughts fly back to her conversation with Draco the other day. People from his world he'd disliked had arrived, and she'd felt lucky there are very few she could say the same of if they appeared. Very few... but this man was the head of that number.
She takes a step backward, the book beginning to slip from her grasp.]
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She takes a step backward, the book beginning to slip from her grasp.]
What are you doing here?