The scowl was noticed, and it made Margaret's skin crawl. Part of her could just feel that something more was going on. And it wasn't good. The innocent tone didn't fool Margaret, and her chaperone was quite shaken as it was. "What do you want?" The debutante asked. She wasn't one for playing games, nice as she was to almost everyone.

She did not know this woman. Not the past crimes she had committed, nor the ones that she may yet commit. But something wasn't right and it set the soft Gryffindor on edge.