"It isn't a charm," Kate told Radagast quietly. "It's much more powerful than that. This is one of the most powerful curses I've ever seen."
"Through!" the pukwudgie ordered, pointing to the double doors straight ahead of them. "Go through. Do not keep Mistress waiting."
The pukwudgie seemed ill tempered just by nature. But then again, Angus thought, if he had worked for Pearl very long, he was entitled to be permanently snarky. Angus took a breath and walked forward to the doors. He glanced at Marcus, and Marcus nodded. Angus stood at the left door, and Marcus stood at the right.
"Move off to the sides, out of her line of fire," Angus said to the others, motioning them to stand out of direct line of the doors. Then he opened the left door while Marcus opened the right, half expecting to be fired upon.
"So suspicious," a woman's voice sounded, and she sounded amused in a way that was far too cold and calculating for Angus's and Marcus's likings. "Come in, all of you. Now!" At that, the doors and windows bolted magically, and the foyer's walls started to close in, magically, behind them, shoving them towards the drawing room. For better or worse, they were all locked in now, and everyone was going to be forced into the drawing room, whether they liked it or not. Robert gave everyone a very quick hand signal to be cool. He didn't want anyone approaching this with open hostility or aggression. Not yet.
At that moment, Angus regretted bring them here, all of them. The woman that stood before them was dressed in a floor length gown, in what muggles would describe as gothic black. This was no cosplay, though. She was the real deal, and Angus noticed at once that she didn't look 120. Then again, though, he wasn't sure what a woman of a 120 was supposed to look like. If he had to wager, though, he thought she didn't look much over Kate's age of 62-ish. Was she somehow killing just for some sort of parasitic youth potion or incantation? No. It couldn't possibly be that simple. This was deeper than that, but what her motivations were, Angus just didn't know--yet.
"Mrs. Sanders, I presume," Angus said.
"And you are, at long last, Mr. Donohue. And I see you've been kind enough to bring a couple celebrities along tonight I see. Deputy Minister Lupin, and the celebrated slayer himself, the elder Mr. Donohue. How nice," she said. She walked towards Angus, looked at him closely, gave him a rather menacing smile, and then walked over towards Robert. Then she looked at Kate. "Oh, and look who else you've brought me, Mr. Donohue. The seer, the protege of Albus Dumbledore himself. You, my dear, have been a very interesting opponent."
"Always happy to oblige," Kate said calmly.
"Why are we here?" Robert asked.
"Impatient, are we?" She asked Robert. "I've heard much about you, and just so we're clear, I know who you really are. I have your advantage tonight."
"Then perhaps it will be an interesting evening," Robert said, not wanting to tip his own hand.
"Oh, it shall, Mr. Lupin. It certainly shall," she told him.