Draco whipped around, wand aimed at the newcomer, who strode into the room, covered, from crown to toe in deep brown leathers. He barely had time to react before he was flung backwards by a strong blast of magic, slamming into one of the round walls of the chamber. He braced himself for an inevitable end and was instead shocked when a shimmer of opalescent light descended upon him, caging him in on all sides. A shield charm, a strong one, he surmised when he reached a hand out to test it. His gaze flew back to the woman, who paused directly across from him, facing Briar, and pulled off her hood. For the second (or maybe fifth or sixth) time in the span of a few minutes, everything around him froze. He knew that hair, knew that face. She spared him one look of bloody murder before turning to face Briar, who had regained her feet, pulling the dagger out of her arm and chucked it to one side.