Even though Narcissa had started walking before Rodolphus had, he had passed her with long steps. He managed to be seemingly cool about it with mud on his cheeks and neck, and small little aquatic plants tangled in his locks. Cissy stifled a snort. In case it wasn’t enough she pressed her scratched fingers against her mouth, threatening to eat them if it meant not being caught by Rodolphus. The only sign he gave of having possibly heard Black’s mirth was a slight stiffening of the shoulders and a hesitant step forward before he marched on.

“It’s getting dark,” observed Narcissa feeling uncomfortable with the silence. Rodolphus turned his face, enough to inspect her out of the corner of one eye. He had raised his hand and cast a non-verbal spell, lighting the tip of his wand. “Lumos! That’s useful!”

Lestrange wasn’t interested in chit-chat but they were barely making any progress. They might as well start pleading for help or resort to something clever like a Patronus Charm or—

“Narcissa, we’re Apparating,” declared Rodolphus suddenly, backtracking and reaching for her. Narcissa swatted his hand instinctively. Rodolphus stared down at her hand then at her face with wide eyes. “Woman.”