Draco opened his mouth to demand more surety, but then cursed and turned to flee when the damnable witch simply closed her eyes and began counting backwards from sixty. The terrifying little interlude had been completely insufficient for him to catch his breath, but at least he had enough wind back to bolt like a frightened rabbit – As pathetic as that made him feel. The woman was close to a half-foot shorter than him, so it was bruising his ego some to be outdone physically by her.