"Good afternoon, sir." Draco stopped just beyond the yard entrance. "I’m afraid our coach has snapped an axle, out to the west of the plantation. My driver fell from the high seat when it snapped and appears to have broken his arm. I was very much hoping you would be able to assist us to repair the axle and splint the driver’s arm, but—" he glanced over at Hermione and Jean and frowned. "It seems you are alone out here."