And Draco nodded. It was an abrupt jerk of his head, but it still made his father smile proudly. And then one of the snatchers piped up and all gentleness left Lucius Malfoy’s face as he shouted at the other man until Narcissa intervened. The delicate nymph of a woman put a soothing hand on her husband’s arm, who seemed to melt under her touch. Without any resistance, he followed her a little to the side where she whispered quiet assurances.