Shaela looked up as she heard the Ministry official call out 'Weasley'. Watching the oldest of the redheads stand up, she shifted, realizing her back was cramped. Not that she'd expected any other treatment, but she had hoped. Though that seemed to be her crowning failure recently. Hope. Still, perhaps the lockdown had begun before dawn the previous day.
She watched the younger servants, specifically Ginny. Perhaps she could at least give some comfort to the girl.
Moving over to them, she looked down and whispered softly, "Ginny? He'll be ok. I know he'll be ok." How did she know? She didn't. Not really. But she knew that unless he was combative, right now they wanted cooperation. Of course, she worried for the older wizard, but it would be better not to show that just now.