Armand’s face, like Draco’s, rarely betrayed his thoughts, wearing instead a blank and impenetrable mask. However, at this moment, his usual composure had faltered, and he stood in the doorway with his mouth hanging open, mirroring the expression of the man beside him. The assistant, a large and dishevelled figure in a stained uniform, bore the physical characteristics associated with certain types of intellectual disability. He showed no interest in Claire or the unconscious man on the floor, his expression remaining unchanged as he peered over Armand’s shoulder.