That voice, Merlin's beard, that was the last voice she wanted to hear standing behind her. Eyes went wide, as the head in the jar mimicked her expression. Standing up straight, her body went erect as she stood at an intimidating 5 foot 10 inches. It was times like these that Daphne was proud of her height. She easily towered over Amycus' sister - Alecto, and that brought her almost eye level with her brother. Head turned slightly just to glance over her shoulder, pale hazel eyes immediately recognized the man standing behind her. This was the exact reason why she didn't want to leave her home. Death Eaters were getting more fearless, and Daphne somehow managed to fall on their radar.
And why shouldn't she? Daphne came from a prestigious pureblooded family. One would think she would be the ideal recruit of the Death Eaters. However, Alexander II made it quite obvious that they were not joining the Death Eaters. While they certainly supported the Death Eaters, they refused to participate in their antics. It was better to keep to themselves and not touch filthy mudbloods.
"Indeed?" Daphne glanced warily at the doorway to the backroom, praying that Mr. Borgin would return soon with her package so she could leave.
Daphne instead, took a step back from Amycus, not appreciating how close he was getting to her. Gaze narrowed on him, as her fingers brushed against the handle of her wand, hidden in her sleeve. "Someone let you out of your cage, Professor?" Arching a brow, she knew that wasn't what she should have said, but she was hoping he would leave her alone if she made it evident she didn't want his attention.