If Lyra had known she was making someone's skin crawl, she'd have had been ecstatic. Right now, however, she didn't even know she was being stalked, so was completely unaware. The tall brunette whose form she'd borrowed for the day stepped into the forest, sure that after the quidditch match, nobody would be paying any attention to a single insignificant stranger. Hogwarts had always proved itself hopelessly inept when it came to protecting the student body, after all.
The forest was quiet today, so it didn't take Lyra long to realise that her footfalls weren't the only ones in the area. Either the kids had been more efficient than she expected, which was unlikely, for Death Eaters were rarely efficient and children were worse, or something was following her. Lyra's mind cycled through all the animals of the forest. At best it was a wolf, at worst a unicorn. If it was an acromantula or a centaur, she'd have been dead already.
Fortunately, the beech her cloak and mask were hidden at was right there. Despite a plentiful supply of polyjuice potion, Lucius still made them wear this stuffy uniform of sorts. He said it inspired the necessary awe and fear.
Lyra reached the beech and turned to face her attacker. She'd rather get injured herself than have her clothes ruined.