There was something about being naive like she was that was both endearing and dangerous. The girl stepped aside out of fear, but approached the male out of curiosity. There wasn't much to her, she seemed plain, defeated expression and in well-worn tattered black dress with an off-white apron.
The girl had a pallid shade to her skin, long and dull straight hair and mismatched eyes, one green and one blue. Merope moved with a clumsy effort to Voldemort without the fear most would have,"...You...look..like someone.." Merope couldn't put her finger on it, but she simply stared at him.