Samara whipped around to look at the man who had just interrupted them, annoyance and desperation on her face. She recognised him from Hogwarts - he was younger than her and a Slytherin, she believed he was Nott. She was about to address him in exasperation but then he seemed to be offering her help, probing Frood for the information that she had already been asking. She wasn't sure why he was doing so but she wasn't going to question it just then.
"Yes, Mr. Frood, please, who is the woman with the red hair that you are referring to?"