Marietta looked over as the pop! resounded through her flat and saw Pandora's figure. "My Lady," she said, bowing a bit and stepping aside so that she could see inside the cupboard as well. "We're ready when you are."
Smiling, she gestured toward the girl in the cupboard. "This is Hermione Granger, an old friend of mine," she said with a sneer. "She was the witch who spelled the parchment that gave me my scars." She didn't gesture to her face because there really wasn't any need; Pandora had already been aware; most people were.