Bellatrix screeched in rage and Draco noticed that behind him Potter had Tiberius and two snatchers locked in a duel. One snatcher had fallen to the floor, the wounds of a sectumsempra spreading across his chest to match Draco’s own scars caused by the Gryffindor. From behind the bar Narcissa was creeping up behind a third snatcher, a broken whiskey bottle held at the ready above her head. She turned to look over at Draco, her hand reaching for his chin in greeting. "It’s good to see you, son." Narcissa turned back to her prey as Draco tilted his chin in greeting.