Once found, they'd had a second full day to fine-tune their movements, to set up a camp of sorts in a decrepit office building with decent enough views of the southeast side of the Domina headquarters, and to get as much rest as they could. They'd collectively depleted plenty of their magical stores in Apparating across vast distances, but it had been necessary in order to get to Verona as quickly as possible. Now, the men shoveled pastries and cheese and eggs into their faces, and drank almost unnatural amounts of water in an effort to speed along the rejuvenation process. Sleep, though troubled for them all, had helped and now it was time. Weasley, who had donned Potter's cloak, and after being thoroughly Disillusioned and muffled, had crept out of the office building and up to the outermost cloaking wards of the Domina mansion, and had begun his work. They'd not been able to check in with him, but he had estimated that by noon the day of the "operation," as they'd begun calling it, he'd be able to approach the window Cecily had indicated without raising alarm. The next six hours would be spent getting past the multitudes of warding on the building itself. Checking his watch, Draco felt his brow furrow and his mouth tilt into a frown. Weasley had two hours left. Two hours before he, Theo, Blaise and Adrian-Potter materialized just outside where the warding would normally be, close to the front door of headquarters. Cecily had instructed them to be there, no matter what, no later than 6:15, and to not be spotted beforehand.