The boys began stealthy movements through the crowd, nearing the gathering of Hermione and her little gang of halfwits, their heads bowed together discussing something. Theo scowled slightly, knowing that this would be moderately more complicated than he’d like, but such was life. His wand hung loosely in his hand as he crept closer, accepting that he might have to stun his little witch and maybe a couple of Weasleys in the process. Theo didn’t care, his end goal was to get his Mia, and that’s all he needed to stay focused on at the moment. 