"Beautiful Draco. How may I be of service?" The woman looked entirely too calm for the predicament she was in. Five on one and she was trapped in a square meter circle in the lowest, darkest, deepest basement they could find on Theo's property. Carving out the space in the ward had taken innumerable calculations, which required both Ron and Theo's differing expertise, and almost a full 24 hours to complete, particularly considering that they needed her to be able to see and hear them without her having the ability or opportunity to potentially gut them all like fish if the mood struck. Draco was once again forced to assume that this was likely no the worst situation the woman had found herself in, and she had probably already decided who to strike at first in the event she was given an opportunity or felt that she needed to.