He closed his eyes, willing the room to stop spinning. He pulled his legs up to his chest beneath the quilt and huddled in on himself, resting his head on his knees. After a moment, he looked up, breathing deep and even in an attempt to remain calm.
His body ached to pace the room but he knew he wouldn't manage it. Instead he resorted to wringing his hands together as his mind attempted to piece together what he'd just heard.
"I don't..." he began, struggling for words. "They just took her? From the house?"
"Where's Harry?" he continued, aware of how hoarse his voice sounded. "He's obviously been told. Someone should be with him. He'll want to go after them..."