That. Sniveling. TRAITOR.
Naomi was on her way home from a particularly nasty full moon, a thick wool coat to hide herself, as well as dark sunglasses and a hat. As said TRAITOR scrambled away, she threw the hat and sunglasses down, before whipping off her wool coat and throwing it aside, revealing her outfit and crazed state. Her hair was teased and frazzled. Her canines were abnormally large and her hands still had pointed claws. Blood was spattered on her hands and on her upper lip. Black circles lined her eyes.
She looked like she had been to hell and back and intended on bringing Matt back with her.
The fool. He was supposed to be one of them. Word was he had tried to escape. Change of face to better switch to the Order. She saw him walk in, chatting with the muggles. She would either drag him back to Ne'Os or kill him and be done with it. She shot another Crucio at him but it hit the pillar. She looked around, muggles running away. A huge blockish sculpture stod before her. With a snarl, she lept onto it and scaled it to the top, perching atop it like a wild beast.
He turned to face her but didn't move. Suddenly, he said she knew him. She rolled her eyes. DUH! He flung a curse at her and she lept over it, flinging herself toward him, claws reaching for his shoulders and teeth for his clavicle.