It was an annoyance that had gripped her every time they came here. At least in the villages nearby the Manor she had her anonymity—Draco’s wards would disguise her to the outside world unless he was taking her there himself or decided she didn’t need the protection. But under those enchantments, she was largely left alone to her pleasure. She roamed as she pleased, mingled with the locals as if everything were normal again. Nobody looked at her the way they were now.