Turning slightly, the Death Eater began to slowly round the small table. When Hannah moved to counter him, so that he was still across the table from her, he laughed, upending the table with such a force that it went flying away from her, toppling upside down a few feet away. He laughed, the sound unpleasant and full of ill will as he again began to slowly stalk forward.

"Fine, thank you? Well my little Mudblood, you don't sound fine, you don't look fine with all of that cowering." he was closer, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "You might be an exceptionally pretty woman were you not filthy and cowering like a dog."