Adrian had followed them both upstairs, ignoring the woman's body and focusing on her as a case. She wasn't alive, she was just a corpse and all they had to do was catalogue it, create a case file and send her off to the Healers.
He felt a hell of a lot better when he thought about it like that.
He looked around as Cormac and Cass worked, noticing... "The chair, there's a mark," he said. He used spells to remove particles not belonging to the chair, collecting a few dark hairs and now dry come. "Do we have anything of Turpin's on file? It's just a hunch but if Lestrange was here with a female, I'd be betting on her."