"Move on my signal." Draco's voice was a whisper and without moving his lips. "You'll know it."
And she could see him putting on the Malfoy arrogance and sneer as he stepped forward. "What's this? A muggle-baiting party and no one thought to invite me? I'm hurt, or was that signal the invitation?"
He smiled still walking forwards, voice pitched to carry entirely without magic and no visible wand in his hand. Obviously not a threat. Obviously. "You do realise the Aurors are going to notice a beacon like that. After all I did. That's part of the point of that spell." Of course he was pretty sure the Aurors wouldn't notice, but he just needed to keep talking. To keep their attention - after all there were a dozen of them and only one of him.
"That said I'm delighted to see some people are carrying on our Lord's work. Bulstrode." He nodded at one masked Death Eater. "Reynard. Strange name for a werewolf, but I suppose it was the runts of Greyback's litter that survived." He was met by a growl.
"And that can only be Gnarl." He nodded at the slightly taller than Hagrid dwarf giant who had a squib slung over each shoulder. Drawing them in as he approached Gnarl, hands still bare as more of those too low ranking in the Death Eaters to have been rounded up, but all dangerous.
He only wondered what Hermione was up to and hoped that she trusted him and would follow his lead even if he was currently in arm's reach of someone he'd pointed out as a werewolf.
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And she could see him putting on the Malfoy arrogance and sneer as he stepped forward. "What's this? A muggle-baiting party and no one thought to invite me? I'm hurt, or was that signal the invitation?"
He smiled still walking forwards, voice pitched to carry entirely without magic and no visible wand in his hand. Obviously not a threat. Obviously. "You do realise the Aurors are going to notice a beacon like that. After all I did. That's part of the point of that spell." Of course he was pretty sure the Aurors wouldn't notice, but he just needed to keep talking. To keep their attention - after all there were a dozen of them and only one of him.
"That said I'm delighted to see some people are carrying on our Lord's work. Bulstrode." He nodded at one masked Death Eater. "Reynard. Strange name for a werewolf, but I suppose it was the runts of Greyback's litter that survived." He was met by a growl.
"And that can only be Gnarl." He nodded at the slightly taller than Hagrid dwarf giant who had a squib slung over each shoulder. Drawing them in as he approached Gnarl, hands still bare as more of those too low ranking in the Death Eaters to have been rounded up, but all dangerous.
He only wondered what Hermione was up to and hoped that she trusted him and would follow his lead even if he was currently in arm's reach of someone he'd pointed out as a werewolf.