The woman looking down from the top of the staircase had her nose pointed upwards as she gazed at the small group gathered in her home. Her waist length black curly hair fanned out behind her shined as if it were littered with starlight. The deep crimson dress she wore stood out against her dark flawless skin, hugging her body and showcasing her figure. Her eyes were such a dark brown that Hermione felt herself getting lost in them, as if she were hypnotised.