Hannah gave a startled noise that must have sounded a bit like a yelp. She really hadn’t expected anyone to respond. “M-m-master,” she stuttered, while her eyes darted around quickly as though expecting another person to jump out at her. Her heart pounding, the blonde began to back up slightly, while trying to figure out how he might have been able to get in. She did note however, from the snack he seemed to have set up, that he had been there quite awhile.
“Who are you?” she questioned, her voice a bit steadier this time, although not by much. The mask did nothing to help her nerves, reminding her too much of Voldemort’s Death Eaters and the incident at the World Cup. Deciding that his answer didn’t much matter, she attempted to apparate, figuring that it was best to simply ask questions later. However, that didn’t quite work, and instead of finding herself in a safe place, she was on her knees two feet away and still in her kitchen. “What do you want?” she asked hoping to distract him as she climbed shakily to her feet.