Theo wasn't going anywhere, Luna had drawn her wand and was now facing the blank expanse of canvas, Fred by her side. He had barely drawn his own wand when the first of the black smoke plumes skated through the air. They arrived like crows to prey, no cracks of apparition could be heard as they barrelled down from the sky. They just pooled into existence, like the smoke was just a cloak over their forms - and they rose from it.