A Peverell elf was guiding a reluctant Draco Malfoy along the sand until they reached their little oasis. Pulling up her shades, Hermione inspected her fellow student. Draco looked out of place in leather loafers, pressed trousers, and a pristine white dress shirt. At least he had forgone waistcoat and robe. He would die in the sun. Nervously rubbing his sweaty hands on his thighs, the Slytherin wanted to know, "Where's Potter?"