They jumped into action, throwing everything they had at the pair standing braced on the crumbling staircase. Pansy must have just been recruited. Her wand movements were sloppy and untrained, not at all like Hermione’s as she sent several curses confidently up at the hooded woman. Pansy dove out the way and sent a waterfall down towards them, it fizzled out into steam as Draco lazily cast a wall of flames as a barrier and the duelling started again. The flames burned in his stare, his body radiated heat, as though the flames came from his body and not his wand. Since becoming a dragon he had a whole new ability to produce and control fire. Regardless if it came from his mouth or his wand, they always worked with perfect intention. Hermione aimed a jinx at Pansy’s chest and they watched as the cloak flaked off into ash, followed by her surprised eyes as she was reduced to nothing.