Septima walked in slowly and carefully, her wand wavering just a little in her hand. She was not a fighter, and she hadn't used her wand offensively since the battle last Spring.
Damn Filius! Why couldn't he have told them just who they were looking for? Hadn't they taught him better!
A few steps into the room, her smooth soled shoe slipped and her foot made a loud scuffling noise in the dust. Septima's breath caught in her throat and she stood very, very still.