Even before she apparated into the Coven. She already knew something was up. First her father appeared to her, worry all over his expression. She knew what she was going to face. A part of her recorded that her father was slowly integrating back to his normal self. But she had a doubt he'd be recovering most of his powers. He held her gaze, despite his worry, he still showed her how unpleased he was towards her action.
She heard advancing footsteps. She braced herself for the lashing of her life, but as the witches approached her. They all had the same worry look on their faces, all four of them, the same one her father wore. Lady Diane was about to say something before noticing the unmoving being that was sprawled on the floor behind Dabbie.
“Who is he”. She broke the silence, bringing everyone there to notice the figure laying on the floor.