Ford had been spending the last five minutes looking at Noble as often as he was looking at anyone else, because he was still trying to figure out what was going on with him, which meant he saw the moment it happened. He didn't really understand for half a second, and thought Noble was still just being weird — why was he pushing his head back like that? What was on the ceiling that was so damn interesting? — but then he realized that this was very not normal, and something was wrong.

He stood up too fast, one hand jutting out like there was anything he could do (though if he had been in reach he probably would have only done the same thing Grace was doing now, shaking his arm), but all he managed was to knock his wine glass over into Lestrange's lap.

"Shit," he swore under his breath, too distracted to care that Mama and the girls were here and would have heard him swear. He tossed his napkin down to the table and moved behind Grace's chair so that he could get to Noble to try and figure out what was wrong, not bothering to apologize to Lestrange before he did.