The woman's shoes slid on the wet cobblestone and she halted as she saw a figure walking towards the base camp. Dark eyes sparked as they noted the man, quickly darting back behind a nearby building. The sound of the tents flapping in the distance sounded like a murder of crows lifting to rise to the sky and Euphemia thought to herself as her heart skipped a beat that Baddock had sent her into something greater than he'd meant.
"Snape," she whispered and anything else she might have said strangled in the back of her throat, choked back forcibly by her confusion and her concern. They were in the muggle world now, outside the artificial perimeter set by Trimble, and it made no sense to her to see him here, this illusory fragment of her childhood. She blinked hard, wondering whether he was, in fact, a shadow of the wall.