Astoria tugged on the hem of Hermione's dress, "Oi," she whispered. "You brought a weapon, right?" as she produced a well-crafted revolver of her own, clicking the bullets into place. Hermione frowned. She had not brought a weapon. It was in the car. Under the seat where she'd stashed it the night Draco had held the family meeting to inform them all that today was the day he would be making a move on Igor Karkaroff (and that only the Death Eater men would be allowed to go).