"More on our guard, you mean," Martha spoke the words with a sigh, and she leaned back against the counter, forcing some of the rigidity to leave the lines of her muscles. She wasn't disagreeing with him, not by any means, she just was a bit more concerned about their safety than she already had been.

"Could it have been someone who was trying to remove it? I mean like trying to curse it off or whatever." Though if it were the Lestranges, she couldn't imagine either of them making the attempt, not with how mad she'd heard that they were.

Remembering that he'd had an idea, Martha reached over and touched his side, and then she wrapped her hand around his non-dominant hand, for his support just as much as for hers. "What's your idea?"