"East and West couldn’t make it here. The town is swarming with Death Eaters. We clear the entrance, and then we go in while South keeps the street clear," Cho yelled succinctly, pausing halfway through to unleash several hexes at the Death Eaters advancing down the garden path and across the muddy lawn at their spot behind the wall. Hermione was crouched and her knees were already protesting, her shoulder flaring with pain intermittently from the tension thrilling through her. She looked to Neville, squashed by her side and he grinned, rain soaking his face. The rain made it hard to see, running off her own forehead and collecting on her eyelashes, and Hermione cast a quick charm, and Neville followed suit.