Making up her mind, she levitated Madam Quilt’s portrait off the wall and shrunk it, pocketing it within her robe. She was just preparing to apparate when the lights went out. Clutching her wand tightly in her hand, she felt it when the dark presence from earlier approached her from behind. She stood there frozen in her spot as the entity spoke, unable to glance back like she wanted to or comfort her shivering familiar. The entity had a low, gravelly voice, accompanied by the noise of what sounded like clanking chains. There was also an odd stench in the air that Ashley was having trouble identifying. It smelled rotten in a way, almost like...death.