Melinda quickly mouthed 'keep playing' to Draco, leaning back and keeping an eye on the two older Malfoys as they stood in the doorway. Her fingers of one hand were hidden in the folds of her robes, clenched tightly together, hoping for a good outcome. It could end in tragedy, bringing up the anger and frustration from before thanks to poor memories, but it could also be healing - memories of a better past, a new future.

So silently she hoped, because it was all she could do. If her methods worked, she believed it would lean towards a better outcome, but that was the fear of working with the mind - it was such a tricky thing.