Between the wolf whistling and heckles, she could glean further mentions of the famed Engineer and the Potion Master. The formerly bushy-haired witch cringed at the thought of coming face-to-face with a hated former teacher, a former friend turned traitor. She tried not to think about her predicament, but as Voldermort beckoned one of his minions closer, she could tell that it was her feared teacher, even with a hood and mask, the gliding motion and haughty bearings of her least favourite Hogwart's staff-member was clear as he approached the head of the crowd.