Not a Death Eater yet, Chastity hadn't even had the opportunity to be there the night the prophecy broke. If she had, she thought perhaps she might have done a better job. No matter that she'd only been, what... 16? "Moody and Shacklebolt," she repeated, making a mental note. "Well that's a good start at least." After a moment, she tapped her fingers on the arm of the chair and added, "I'd get someone to look into Hestia Jones' personal life. Who else might try to rescue her but those she's close to, right?"
She loved the way he said her name, too, no matter how he was saying it. Even when he was annoyed at her, her name sounded good on his lips. She could imagine a few ways it would sound even better. "Barty," she said in reply, drawing his name out playfully, almost teasingly.
Even with her playfulness, she was still focused on the topic at hand. Mostly. "With the metamorphmagus, no. I'm not sure if it's possible to stop them from transforming. But everyone else, well... for the rest of us, a truly good disguise usually involved polyjuice." Smirking over at him again, she complimented, "You yourself have shown that to excellent effect." After a brief appreciative look at the man across from her, Chas added, "Perhaps there's something to be done about that?" Raising an eyebrow, she added, "Really, it shouldn't be so easy for people to just brew up a batch. Such a potentially dangerous potion, it's unacceptable!"