Daphne nodded, trying to smile back at his gesture. There was nothing she could really say in return, but she knew that getting out her nervousness here, still in the safety of Bletchley Manor, that she would be more able to hide her fear when she was actually in the presence of the Lestranges. And, frankly, that was the most important thing.
Clasping her cloak about her, Daphne closed her eyes as Miles held her waist tightly, and she felt the spinning sensation as he activated the portkey. When her feet touched solid ground, she hesitantly opened her eyes to look around.
The courtyard was not nearly as ominous as she had expected, even in the dark, and somehow this helped a little. Looking over and up at the vastness of Lestrange Manor, however, she suddenly felt quite small.
They walked the few steps to the front door, and Daphne squeezed Miles' hand back, grateful for his last gesture. He was here for her, and that would make all the difference. She put on a proud face, lifting her chin as the house elf answered the door. She would need every bit of self control and confidence she had in order to come through this night unscathed.