"Cecily. Go fetch Rowan," Hela demanded. Shit. Not good. With a twitch of her jaw, Cecily stood and rounded the table, aiming for the wide doors behind Draco. The doors swung open at her approach, and Cecily strode out. Instead of immediately closing behind her, the doors stayed open for a few seconds before slowly shutting once more. Draco hoped Weasley had been in position, that he'd gotten the necessary wards down, and that he was able to get into the room with them. Draco only had a moment to be thankful that Hela had chosen Cecily to fetch whoever the hell Rowan was instead of one of the others before Hela addressed them again.