Pansy's ears caught the echoing sound of heels, and her head whipped around to see a black-cloaked figure walking into the drawing room. She didn't recognize the body under the cloak and wondered just who Nott's contact was. Bellatrix was the only woman who would've matched the tall, lean figure, but Bellatrix was dead.
She bit back the impulse to demand the identity of the unknown person, watching instead as privacy charms were cast, and when the figure finally pushed back the hood of her cloak, Pansy still didn't know who it was.
But then the woman spoke, and Pansy's jaw dropped in astonishment. "Professor Carrow? You look rather different from what I remember," she said, trying to regain her composure.