"For fuck's sake. I thought we got past that when you couldn't get us tickets to see the Weird Sisters." Theo scoffed, dropping his head into his hands. Potter squawked at that, no doubt trying to defend his honor, but Draco wasn't paying attention to him any longer. His eyes were on Blaise, who was shaking his head, moving back to his seat, eyes on the blueprints. "Three on seven - the most powerful seven, most likely, and three or four of their junior leadership. Those aren't good odds."