Fleur met Bill's eyes, hearing the tension in his voice, the anger in it, and she leaned back against the closed refrigerator door to put the ice against the swelling on her face. Later she'd try a charm to bring it down, but for now the ice did better than any magic.
"Death Eaters," she said. "Or someone working for them. I don't know if they were waiting for us or if they just happened upon us but we were walking from the house your father sent us to and then they were just there."