There was something about her that commanded attention, something about her presence that nipped at the edges of my consciousness. She exuded a protective maternal vibe as well as tightly-restrained rage that was ready to explode should she be crossed. She shrugged off her Highwayman's Coat and rested it on the railing in front of Cissy, nodding a greeting to us. She was in traditional wizarding robes, violet in color and cut astutely for her body shape to be feminine yet not too suggestive. Her red hair was so dark it was almost auburn, with nearly porcelain skin and green eyes that made her look stunning with the barest touch of eyeliner.