It would be a lie to say Adrian wasn't somewhat sympathetic to Hannah's pleas for mercy. As much as he'd like to see every pureblood up in arms against the current government and joining up instead with Rodolphus, he wasn't a big fan of watching innocents get hurt. Especially pureblooded innocents. No, it didn't sit right at all. But what Rodolphus wanted, Rodolphus got.
A few weak kicks managed to connect with his legs, but he held on steady and rolled his eyes. Her ear-piercing scream brought him quickly out of his sympathy, however, and quite without thinking he raised his right hand and gave her a stinging back-handed slap straight across her face. Unfortunately the blow was a little too hard- her head connected with the door and she was out.
Adrian got to his feet and let the girl drop, disgusted. "Stupid, stupid bitch." He accio'd the pastries to him, transfigured them, and then stuck them in his pocket. Then he grabbed her arm, dragged her out of her flat, and touched the strange potted plant at the end of the hallway.
There was the wooshing, the strange spinning and then the drop to the ground. Adrian shook his head, trying to clear the disorientation. They were in the middle of nowhere, just some crummy old cottage down the pathway before them. Hannah was still out (probably for the better) so Adrian muttered a spell and levitated her still body behind him. And then he knocked.