Andromeda let her eyes travel over the man, feeling momentarily safe in knowing that he was right, she would not be standing this long if he'd had backup. Still, no reason to be careless.
She could see the changes, but also the places where he had stayed the same. The eyes, the sneer, even the way he carried himself. He was unmistakably a Carrow, and that sent a chill through her. She would be stupid not to be afraid, but she also held such loathing for what he represented.
Her lips pulled back in a snarl at his final jabs and her wand flashed without her thinking about it. She was not like them, she would not aim to kill, but to stun. Though, in her anger, her aim wasn't quite what it should be.