While Druella certainly did not lack imagination, she rarely, if ever, thought that anything truly awful could happen to her family. It happened to others, but not them. Rabastan, by extension of being with Narcissa, was likely fine as well. However, she did recognize Cygnus likely was giving in to his own imagination now. Sensing his impatience and knowing restraining him much longer might only result in a fit of temper – and truly, she was in no mood to repair or replace Hogwarts furnishings, their own were another matter – she nodded in acquiescence and took up his non-wand hand, her own wand held also on the defensive. It was a seemingly open gesture in appearance, but there was definite purpose and reason to it.

"Together, then, to minimize possible separation," she said, nodding toward the door knob.