On his mistresses person was a locket that had been struck with the last spell to hit her. It opened and after a moment into the opened locket appeared the form of her grandfather, assuming that she needed to speak with him. Why else would the locket have been opened? As time passed and nothing was forthcoming he called out almost inaudibly to anyone near by but the wearer. When once again nothing happened, he knew all was not well and left the confines of the locket to return to his place in the gallery of Carrow Hall. The angle of the locket had made the view he was rendered all dark, which could only mean either she had lost a family heirloom which was highly unlikely or she was down.
Calling for the most loyal house elf he had ever known, Goia appeared and was ordered to go to his mistress. Apparating to her was no trouble at all, he did it all the time. All he had to do was think of her. He arrived now outside a slightly garish wreck of a house. There was no noise anywhere but still slowly he looked about him until he saw the prone figure of his mistress on the ground. His eyes widened as he hobbled hurriedly to her.
"Mistress" he whispered looking about him, there appeared the signs of duel and hastily he looked back at her. It did not take him too long to figure out that she was dead. He knelt down beside her and shed tears for the woman he had know for all of her life. She had been fair and kind as far as mistresses went, she had been formidable as a death eater he knew but she had made many errors of judgement as well. The Drage man for one though Goia would never regret Christian coming into his life. Rocking back and forth he openly cried for the fall of such a great woman. He turned her body around slowly so that she was no longer face down in the dirt. The sight of her peaceful face made him weep even more as he began to painstakingly wipe her face clean.