With all the voices behind doors she'd heard, this one sounded a lot like other people's that she'd rescued. She didn't think twice before thrusting open the door, wand aloft and lit to shine a beam through the furniture the room's inhabitant said was blocking the door. The first thing that caught her eye was the fact that the furniture - expensive-looking - had a multitude of dents gouged into it as if they'd all been slammed against each other at a terrific force.

Damn, she couldn't see through any of the cracks to see who it was. Ro placed a booted foot on a precarious edge of furniture, hoisted herself up to peer through the next opening and immediately almost fell backwards in shock. "Mr. Malfoy!" she exclaimed, both shocked and outraged at the universe for putting him here and putting her here.

But she was on the clock. She had a job to do. Stepping off of the edge, Ro raised her wand. "Stand back, I'm going to get you out of there."

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