*A twitch of her wrist Vanishes the tooth where it lies discarded - no sense in leaving physical evidence behind - and Narcissa's long legs allow her to easily keep pace with her husband as Draco stares over her shoulder at the squabbling redheads they leave behind. Perambulator faithfully rolling after them, she can already hear the matriarch's scolding tones rising above the rabble.*

That man is a menace. What on earth he thought that would accomplish I'm sure I don't know.