Re: Level Six
Snaoe cursed, whirling around with his wand drawn and fully expecting to see one of his masked brethren bursting through the door - but coming face-to-face instead with Charity.
Well. Face-to-mask.
He didn't have time to stand there staring, of course, because he couldn't expect her to do anything but attack when faced with a masked Death Eater, and so he lunged for her, reaching out with his free arm that was quickly soaking with blood. "Stop. You don't know what you're - what the hell are you doing here?" He could only hope the voice would give her at least a few moment's pause.