It would seem that Voldermort’s forces had evolved since the last time she skirmished with them, this battalion was a well-oiled terror machine. Recently she had noted the increasingly sophisticated control that the Death Eater regime had wrought on the general populace, their ranks had clearly been bolstered by 5 years of solid control under the jackboot of Voldermort’s iron-grip on the Ministry of Magic. It seemed like today her luck had finally run out, she knew that she was one of the last remaining active combatants for Harry’s side in the Great Wizard War; but this was an ignominious end to her career as a partisan; foiled by a misguided attempt to help some inconsequential muggles only to be nabbed by a large band of snatchers. She felt like a utter fool.