Those were some of the longest minutes of his life. Remus let out a breath, knowing the threat was coming and nodding tiredly. Why was it his life was some sort of magnet for people's wraths?

Remus let out a long, slow sigh of relief and looked to Draco, giving a quirk of a smile that was more irony than anything else. He'd survived bringing Melinda into the house.

Melinda sat with Lucius, her voice low and remaining in that trancey-tone, but she did nothing more than speak with him. Attempting to gain his trust. She asked about his family but nothing too prying, a little about himself, about his magic... anything that could remain level without prodding too deep.