Another Renegade, masked and cloaked opened the door, ushering Adrian inside. "Move her over there, we'll place some binding spells."
As the two men lay the girl down on a small cot in a corner, the front door slammed open, allowing entrance of Rodolphus Lestrange, Renegade Lord.
"Ah, the Abbott girl. Well done." His eyes trailed over her body, "Unconscious? Unfortunate. I wanted to hear her pathetic whimpering." Unlike Adrian, a plea for mercy was almost music to the older man's ears. "Did it go as planned?" He didn't address Adrian straight though it was obvious he knew which of the two was the former Slytherin.