The three Muggle soldiers stared around in confusion at the room – the destruction wreaked, gas leaking from its canisters, and people crouched around holding little wooden sticks, impossible bubbles around their heads. Hermione giggled dizzily to herself, imagining exactly how shocked the soldiers must be right now, snorting and laughing weakly and then pulling herself together enough to think of something to do before she got her head shot off too.