The flame that Mr. Prewett summoned lit the room enough to easily navigate around the chairs and tables creating an easier route to the door. Malou didn't hesitate she started forward with the same purposeful strides she had in the hospital but had never demonstrated in a ballroom. She was intent on her mission enough to feel less self conscious and shy around Mr. Prewett. "I don't understand why it would affect apparation though." She mused, her quiet voice loud in the space. The only other sound in the parlor was the windows rattling with the wind.

She was halfway across the room when window closest to them broke. Glass shattered and something flew in at them, Malou froze, her eyes wide as the wind tore through the room, pushing chairs their way and sending debris straight toward them. Straight at Mr. Prewett. "Watch-" Malou started but her words would be too late and so she threw herself against Mr. Prewett in hopes of knocking him out of the way.