"The smell," Draco said as they ran through the dewy grass, "Over the summer, The Dark Lord - it smells like him, like decaying, rotting flesh." His words were separated as he took in huge lungfuls of air. Theo watched in horror as a heat blast smacked into him; Angel was soaring above shooting fire in a large circle around Luna who was standing in the centre of the clearing with her wand drawn in front of her, facing away from them. She sent an  incendio shooting out into the dark space before her, illuminating the enemy momentarily before they fell, burning to piles of bones.