They weren't done yet. There was still a fight to the incapacitation (or, more likely, to the death) happening upstairs. There was still documents to find, to take so that Potter could prosecute the Domina members. Still information on the Seven to locate, so those who escaped could be found. Still information on Briar that needed to be collected. Feeling rather numb, ears still ringing, Draco turned and began climbing the stairs past Cecily, a hoarse "I'm sorry," slipping through his lips as he ascended the bloody stairs once more. His legs felt like lead, the lingering effects of being thrown about by rogue magic seemed to be weighing him down. He was sweating, and furious about it, when he reached the fourth floor and approached the ebony doors.