Short, at least by Hermione’s reckoning. Not that it counted for much here where she had no proper items to compare against. The woman’s height was buoyed somewhat by a mass of darkened curls that sought to spill out down her shoulders in a race to reach the bottom, a single lock of grey marring the otherwise lustrous appearance. Pale skin, thin and milky in a manner that seemed primed to reflect back what little light that passed in through the shuttered windows that Hermione noticed scattered about in odd intervals. Red lips that seemed to