The Twins were difficult to miss, as they were, after all, twins. Their honey colored hair was shorn short, their amber eyes were perhaps the most shrewd, and they sat with straight backs and stiff shoulders in the second and third chairs on Hela's right side. From their appearance alone, Draco could not tell which of them was stronger in magic, as Cecily had intimated. They both looked slight, a little pale, and hostile. Though, their hostility and the general air of danger they gave off was nothing compared to the woman at Hela's immediate right. Sybille, Draco assumed. She was... formidable looking, with a strong, square jaw, high cheekbones, and arched brows, one of which was bisected by a scar that ran from her nose to her temple. She was beautiful, in the way that all strong women are, with ebony hair and green eyes that rivaled Potter's in hue. Sybille was looking at Draco as though he were her next meal, and it took everything in him to keep his knees from shaking, his insides from liquifying. She was, to put it mildly, fucking terrifying. A woman with auburn hair, liberally sprinkled with grey, and incongruously dark eyes sat to Hela's left, followed by a rather frail looking sprite of a woman. The frail one's hair was a dull, golden shade of brown and her mousy brown eyes were the only ones that didn't look downright dangerous. She seemed... small, both in stature and... power-wise, if that made any sort of sense. Iris, Draco was sure of it. Which left the auburn haired woman. Adelaide. She was Draco's (personal) secondary target, after receipt of as many of the Domina's documents as he could get his hands on. She had a lot to fucking answer for, and he'd ensure that she did, one way or another. The look on her face as she surveyed him was almost as terrifying as Sybille's and filled with a hatred that was missing entirely from the darker-haired woman's. He'd not seen such malice since looking up into Voldemort's unnerving red irises that disastrous night after the Golden Trio had escaped the Manor. It made him want to run and hide, to crawl under a rock, to reconsider every decision he'd made that led him to this place, this room.