"Bullshit you're all right. We none of us are all right, you're just one worse having been shot as well," Truffle snapped out, as wobbly on her feet as Hermione and Draco, the witch weaving over to their unconscious team mates and casting bubbleheads on them. Hermione held her wand on the two Penduduk Di Luar members while Draco stood there slumped against the door and breathed shallowly through clenched teeth, clinging onto the gun and his wand and watching them too, his maimed arm hanging limp – it was that shoulder that had been shot – and blood spattering on the concrete by his feet.