In near unison all of them except Johns tapped their wands on the tops of their heads, and vanished from view, leaving only the vaguest people-shaped blurs of what looked like shimmering air where they were. He led the way and Draco followed, moving carefully and glad he was behind everyone else, as hisses of "Watch out!" and "Ouch! That was my heel – be more bloody careful!" wafted on the evening air. A hand found his maimed arm, clutched around the leather of his bracer, and Draco let Hermione cling onto him – somehow it didn't feel like it counted when they were both invisible.