Frank Moon. Shaela's breath caught. Oh Merlin. At least it wasn't one of the Death Eaters, but the servant of a death eater was not helpful either. Percy had said he was a good man. She had to trust in that. Without it, she'd have run, or at least been coolly polite until he'd left her alone. She was under Rookwood's thumb far too much for her own liking.
"It's nice to meet you. I serve Miss Morag MacDougal, but I don't tend to sleep very well the first night I've been moved somewhere." She inclined her head politely. "Welcome to Slytherin Academy, such as it is."
She wanted to ask about Rookwood, what it was like serving someone like him, but she remembered that his daughter was a student here. As much as he was a carrot to make sure she did what Rookwood wanted, she knew that Michelle's freedom was quite the incentive to make him behave as well, and she had no intention of sharing her opinion on the matter.
"I suppose it must be quite different from a private residence."