Daphne was at the counter polishing wand holsters when the door opened and closed. She looked up to see a man whose face seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it. She had this gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that this was a face she shouldn't forget.
His cold hard voice almost stunned her into silence. This man was here on some kind of mission, and she had no way of stopping him even though Ollivander made it clear to her that he did not want to be bothered for the rest of the evening. He was working on creating some wands, and didn't want to be distracted.
"He's currently busy. He's in the middle of working on a wand. Is there something I can help you with?" She was stunned that she was able to get all of that out so easily. She felt paralyzed by fear of this man. But she couldn't explain why she felt afraid. She was fine until this man walked in. Everything about him sent a terrible chill down her spine.