Darkness didn't scare her like it once had. Weeks in a broom cupboard could take away one's fear. She relished in the anonymity it provided. No one was scowling at her and no one was scooping their children up like she was some sort of frightening hag who boiled babies alive for her supper. There weren't any curious glances in her direction from those Resistance members who found her presence far more exciting than they should have. If she was still an active Death Eater, she felt certain that she could find a few willing recruits amongst the rabble. Not everyone was eager for the day when the current regime was eradicated.