As soon as his hand was offer her elbow, Martha took several giant steps backwards, keeping her eyes on the man. There was fear there now, fear, and concern when he watched her like that.

Survival instinct, the one that had kept her alive during the year was fighting with fact that there was something familiar about him. Something that she couldn't quite place, but it didn't seem to matter when he started to advance upon her again.

The wand made her brows knit together, and her lip dropped. Her brain wasn't putting the term wand to it. However, it was a weapon, and at the moment, he didn't seem very friendly, so Martha just kept moving back. If she could get to her room, she could lock him out.

"Look, I'm sorry I don't know you, mate, but just stay back."