Rabastan took up the rear on the stairs, having not said one bloody word. He was sulking, stewing, whatever noun you wanted to use, Rab was it. He was ready to explode and take Fenrir fucking Greyback with him. It made him sick to see that bastard holding his angel's hand and speaking sweetly to her while she was under whatever spell he'd cast to keep her content. She didn't even seem to realize that she was surrounded by men she should have been running for help from and instead just wanted to play games. While the others thought it was cute, it made Rabastan's blood boil. It was hard to look at Lilith, let alone talk to her, when she wasn't herself and he did his best not to, despite the hurt looks she gave him each time he ignored her. If she still felt like playing games afterward he would play them until forever, but she wouldn't because that wasn't her. Luckily for him, Lilith was currently intent on playing the "quiet game" with Rodolphus which made it slightly easier.

Lucius remained silent for the most part, taking everything in and readying himself for what was to come while slowly formulating a backup plan. Should anything go wrong he would need some way to separate he and his son from the maelstrom. And there was so very much that could go wrong. In her current state the witch was unlikely to go with them, especially with Fenrir hanging onto her for dear life. If push came to shove and the group was separated, he'd figure something out, he always did. If anyone was taking her to the dark lord it would be the Malfoys.

By some miracle, they made it down to the first floor unobstructed. Ordinarily the DeathEaters were all about rushing into battle and flaunting their prowess, however their escape would be all about avoidance this time. They were sorely outnumbered and had just one wand to seven escapees. The group pooled at the stairwell entrance to the first floor, adrenaline coursing through their veins. Five years, five bloody years and it was finally time. Deserved or not, they were taking their lives back. Lilith, who had been covering her mouth and snorting from holding in laughter almost all the way down the stairs, suddenly became very serious. She looked up at Fenrir wide-eyed and urgently tugged on his sleeve, determined not to lose the game but badly needing to speak.

"What is it love?" he whispered, eyes darting around for some unseen threat. Instinctively he raised his wand, free arm encircling his unarmed mate. When she still didn't speak, Rod realized what was happening and dragged his hands down his haggard face with a sigh.

"Pause the game." he huffed quietly.

Lilith smiled happily, her eyes lighting up like gems.

"Watch out for the guards at each end and oh, most of the doors have locking spells on them. If you don't say alohomora," here she paused and snickered, "that's a funny word. Anyway, they have caterwauling charms on them and if the alarm sounds it will completely ruin our game and we'll have to start all over!" eyes widened, nostrils flared a bit at the thought of that atrocity. Lilith was having too much fun to go all the way back to the start.

Thorfinn couldn't bloody take it anymore, she was just too much. His face turned beet red and he had to turn away to collect himself, arms holding his middle, his whole body shaking from the force of the laughter he was suppressing. It took a minute, but when he turned back around a few tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"I love charmed Lilith!" he whispered to Fenrir and pulled the witch into a hug.

Face darkening, the wolf drew in a sharp breath to stifle an enraged growl and curled his lip back to reveal one sharp fang as he seized the wizard by the scruff of his neck. Thorfinn hissed in pain as he was ripped backwards and away from Lilith, before being discarded so hastily that he stumbled a few more steps backwards. He caught one glimpse of the wolf's eyes as they flashed to bright golden and back in a fury and put his hands up in surrender. Antonin then backhanded his arm, frowning deeply, as if to say he should have known better.

"Let's go." he growled, glaring at each man in turn. There was no time for silly buggers.

Without further ado Fenrir cast protego on Dolohov and Rowle as well as disillusionment, before handing the wand over to their leader with a curt nod. The group watched the door open and close with nothing go through before trudging on down to the basement level. They could only hope that Dolohov's knowledge was valid and the door to the escape tunnel was down there. If it wasn't or god forbid there was no tunnel they were dead.

"I think you hurt his feelings." Lilith scolded the wolf as he led the way with her in tow.

Greyback favored her with a rare genuine grin, she was bloody adorable.

"He doesn't have feelings love, he's a git."

She didn't really believe this was true but the strange terminology brought the smile back to her face along with a snicker. Fenrir approached the cellar door cautiously and whispered alohomora, just in case, giving his mate another giggle. He waved his hand as if it still held the wand and the door swung open, it was one of the few wandless spells he could do.

It was far quieter than he'd expected and brighter, it actually hurt his eyes to look at the walls they were so white. Five years since he'd seen a white fucking wall, just one of a plethora of things he'd forgotten about. They were in a long hall with six doors on each side. To the rear they knew was the exit to the dock and every now and then a cool breeze would caress their backs, bringing with it the scent of sea air. Ahead it narrowed into a long corridor and bent off to the left, but what they were interested in would hopefully be in one of the offices.

Thorfinn had been pretty certain he was still following Dolohov, until he rammed right into his back and received a sharp elbow to the ribs in return. Then he was completely certain and his ribs hurt. Needing at least three more wands to make a proper go of it, they slowly tiptoed down to the last door on the right to begin. They were taking a huge risk, with the possibility of finding nothing, but it was that or risk being caught with their pants down later.

"Alohomora." Dolohov whispered, popping the door open with a slight click.

He looked around to see if anyone had been in earshot before ducking inside the office, promptly forgetting the man behind him until he heard a quiet 'ooof' and the door swung back into him. What a clusterfuck.

The first two offices were spent in the same manner, both of them snooping here and there, bumping into each other more often than not and eventually finding nothing. After the second let down Thor poked his head out into the hall and seeing nothing both men filed out.

"Wait here." Antonin hissed, after they'd collided yet another time on the way to the next office.

With a shrug of agreeal, that his friend couldn't see, Thor posted himself between doors to wait, leaning back against the wall. And that was when he saw her, medi-witch fucking Hopkins. She was waltzing up the hall on her tall heels, sea air wafting in behind her along with the smell of stale cigarettes, wearing that look on her face. So she was still in Azkaban, he'd wondered what had happened to her after the "incident" with Rod. The medi-witch looked just as smug and bitchy as ever and held the title of the last witch he'd ever bed.

"Bitch." he muttered, before remembering where he wasn't.

The clicking of her heels paused abruptly, just for a moment, as her eyes swept the area for the owner of the voice. Seeing no one, Hopkins continued on to the middle office on the left. She took one more look around, face scrunched in confusion and disappeared inside before the DeathEater dared to breathe again.