Speaking of the women... Draco dropped his gaze to the Seven with something like fearful anticipation curling in his stomach. They were all dressed in those same black robes worn by Cecily, and they were glaring rather menacingly at Draco. The looks were enough to make his balls crawl up inside his body from a not entirely out of line fear that they would soon be removed by force. He tracked Cecily as she strode up to a white-marble table, slightly raised, and approached the woman sitting in the middle. Draco watched the woman watch him as Cecily bent forward, whispering quickly and fiercely into her ear. This was Hela, he was sure of it. She wasn't the oldest of those seated at the table, though her white hair would likely make one think so. Her eyes, a shocking bright blue, seemed to bore into him before shifting over his shoulders, towards Theo, Blaise and Adrian-Potter. When Cecily was done speaking to Hela, she took up her seat, farthest from Hela's left side. Not wanting to linger overly long on Cecily, Draco let his eyes skim over the remaining women, trying to place names to their faces.