Hermione searched the skies, hoping to find Angel soaring back to her. It had been at least ten minutes now. "Let's focus on the map then think about the ward’s again. Should we clean this up or leave it?" Hermione waved a hand at the dark red patches of drying blood scattered on the ornate white gravel. In a way, she enjoyed the sight. Imagining the next death eater on guard duty finding it and rushing around in search of the enemy, instead only finding the shoddy notice-me-not and the bone of their fallen comrade.