Wand poised, just in case, he shoved the thing open and looked around. A rather cozy, albeit over large, office space, with shockingly Muggle-like filing cabinets along one curved wall, a seating area near another and a large fireplace taking up the majority of the back curve. Draco barely had time to take a step into the room before the fireplace flared to life, the green flames signaling the Floo had been activated. He ran to the side, crouching behind one of the chairs, silently casting a Disillusionment charm over himself, as two figures spun out onto the hearth. A young girl, in her teens, dressed in a deep brown set of leathers and another, older woman, also in leathers, that he recognized. Briar. Someone'd managed to call her or she had the worst timing in the fucking world. Fuck.