"We have to go," Johns said, coughing into his arm as he held up his wand, ready, eyes darting about; alert for any threats in the dust that still mushroomed around them from the explosion that had sent Draco flying. Draco nodded, and then snapped his wand in a flourish and an approaching Death Eater's insides became his outsides, and he fell in a hunk of tattered meat.