"We don't have long, do something with him while I try and get in, be prepared to apparate at any noise, anything at all and we go." Theo’s expression was cold, all the usual light that tangled between his iris’s was absent, replaced by cold calculating calmness. He pointed down at Travers and Hermione held her hand out to Angel who landed demure in her palm, satisfied with her efforts. "You did so well Angel." Hermione had a brain wave, staring down at the metal dragon. "Can you get through the wards?" Angel dipped her head serenely. "Can you take something to him?" She rustled around in her beaded bag, hanging beneath her light cardigan. "