As he'd thought, a good more than a bit mad, but he nodded, setting his own mask in place. He'd already sussed out McGavin's house quite some time ago, just in case just such an opportunity presented itself.
"Thank you," he said, surprised she trusted him that much. Taking out his wand, they were gone with a crack, only to reappear at a house in a horrifyingly Muggle neighborhood. His lip curled behind his mask as he surveyd everything. The darkness hid them well, but those damnable automatic lights lit up the front of the townhome. "He's married to a Muggle. Mudblood himself, and their son is a Muggle, as well."
The worst sort of family, really. It would be a pleasure. "You can take the wife and son, if he's in residence. McGavin's mine."