When she finally pulled herself, or rather, just her stomach back together somewhat, Hestia stood up again and turned to Dominic. They needed to make plans, to do something, but the flap of owl wings caught her attention momentarily, as the birds were coming straight to them. The first owl to swoop low dropped the box into her hands and, at first, she thought to ignore it, but a moment later realized with a twist of her stomach that nearly upset it again, that it might have something to do with Hannah. So she opened it.

"Oh, Christ, no," she said, the words no more than a whimper as she held up the blue and silver heels that Hannah had been wearing tonight. Hestia knew, as Hannah had needed to have Dominic repair the heel on the left one earlier when it had separated from the shoe. Hestia could still hear Hannah's giggles that had tried to hide her nervousness about tonight, the reason Hannah hadn't been able to repair her shoe herself properly, because that was Hannah's magical fault, lessened abilities when stressed.

Hannah was out there with Death Eaters, likely distraught beyond measure and even if Hannah still had her wand, the chances of her protecting herself were slim in that state. And she had no shoes to wear to try and escape on foot.

It was then that, despite all of her training, despite her years of experience as an Auror, despite the fact she normally kept a level head in a fight situation, Hestia completely and utterly lost it, turning quickly hysterical as she raved between sobs about 'her barefoot baby'.

Miles stared back at Ernie with something halfway between shock and disgust. It was the only reaction he could come up with after combing the whole bloody area assigned to them. "If I fucking knew, don't you think I would have fucking told you?" He gestured wildly and then pulled out his dress robes at the hip. "Yes, she's here! Right in my pocket!" He snorted. "You sodding arse."

He couldn't afford to cater to what he was feeling right now, even if it was better for Ernie to have some sympathy rather than Miles' typical mouth, as someone had to keep it together. Macmillan could fall apart with Jones or something, it was his place to anyhow as it was his girl they were all looking for.

"Let's go find the Minister and Jones," he said, turning on his heel to head in the direction the older two had been searching. "If we're doing this fucking rescue without any bloody backup whatsoever, we're going to need a fucking plan."