She knew Draco was brooding on the other side of the door, she’d felt his magic seeping through the wards of the Minister’s Office not long after Theo had left. The magic had crept into the room like enchanted vines, slithering along the surfaces of the room, searching. The changes in his magic once it’d found her were palpable in the air. The quiet curious magic morphed into a more aggressive protective magic. This was the exact moment that Kingsley had visibly gotten nervous. The vibration of his magic was increasing in frequency, growing stronger and she knew his anxiety about the situation escalating. If she left this room in tears, it would only fuel his potential explosion. 