The present fourteen DA members stared in silence, shocked by their discovery. Usually, Death Eaters transported their goods (food, money etc) via the carriages, but this time, the only thing in the carriage was a woman. She was shackled at both her wrists and her ankles. Her hair had been messily chopped off, and her face was black with bruises, swollen from the blunt trauma. She was wearing a set of baggy, stained, worn out robes, better fit for washing rags.