"My goodness. Visitors. How unexpected. And what, pray, can I do for you?" Her hands were clasped in front of her, her head titled curiously to one side. She'd told him what to say, how to act once they were within view of those front doors, and Draco endeavored to stick to what he hoped was a casual, aloof, morally questionable persona. He needed the Seven to believe he wasn't above subterfuge and violence. Needed them to believe that they all knew exactly what they were stepping into and who they were dealing with, though he doubted even Cecily's intense preparation would prove to be sufficient.