Hermione gracefully jumped back as far as she could with mouth agape and eyes widened into saucers. All the breath that had been in her lungs was gone, fright leaving her to stand there shivering before the sight of the mysterious interloper. A woman nearly twice her age, draped from shoulder to knees with black silk that had been fashioned into an elaborate robe. Hermione steadied her breathing as she took in the finer details of the intruder; pale skin that shone beneath the faint moonlight, long black hair that seemed so straight as to be fashioned from glass, and eyes that seemed haunted with some unknowable horror. 