"Yes, sir," Miles said, saluting briefly before making himself very scarce to do just that. It was better than watching Hestia, that was for certain, and he could handle the task easily enough. It was only as he set off on it that his thoughts fell to the 'authorities' and wondered where the guard that followed the Minister and his family were.
It took time, even once Ernie and Miles had gone, to get back deep breaths, but with Dominic's encouragement, Hestia finally stopped hyperventilating. Once she had, it was easier to get a grip on herself, enough to function instead of wailing on and on. Hannah needed rescued and she deserved better than one of the only people who knew falling apart uselessly. Their unborn child needed the best care and he or she too deserved better than being forced to suffer the consequences of Hestia not keeping it together. No matter what it took, she had to keep it together now.
Quiet footsteps approaching made her look up again, this time finding a veritable army of the Aurors and guards assigned to herself, Dominic and Hannah, the last group incomplete as no doubt the others were looking for Hannah at this very moment. She could see at least one detaining Ernie in the doorway leading inside. The rest had a very clear question in their eyes, one she knew they already suspected the answer to.
"She's gone," she said, the tone vaguely deadened, "and so help me, if any of you breathe a word of this, I'll kill you myself, as Hannah will be dead."
Pulling the crumpled note out of her dress robes, she looked to Dominic. They had more of a situation on their hands than they had even dreamed and it had to be contained. Handing him the note, she nodded to the Aurors and guard and then set off quickly after Ernie to bring back the rest. They had their work cut out for them.