Look at that, someone ordered a discreet closing of the outside door, and that's a job well-suited for Hermione, because she does it. In the midst of Astrid pouncing and taking Davan down, and the chokehold, she jumps out of her chair and crosses the room to gently nudge the door shut. Wand in hand, she turns around to face the chaos.

On the floor, Davan does his best to thrash and kick off his assailant but all he manages is one chair, before the world turns fuzzy around the edges and he succumbs to the chokehold. Falls limp and heavy in Astrid's arms, eventually.

"Right, so. Where's the thing, serah Vaclav?"