The malicious glee that spread across Sirius’ face, accompanied by a nasty smirk, was a vision to be terrified off. Ashley felt a cold chill run down her spine even though the expression wasn’t at all aimed at her. She assumed that whatever Sirius had planned was not something a twelve-year-old girl should see. Remus evidently agreed, urging her to walk in front of him as he trailed after Rabastan. The last thing she saw was an ominous bright light radiating from Sirius’ wand.