Blaise had locked them in separate, empty rooms, where they had to wait idly for hours. It was a relief to breathe fresh air again when the four of them stood in the garden around an empty Butterbeer bottle at midnight. The moon was full. Myriads of stars shone in the velvety, ink-black sky. A cool breeze whispered that it would be a night to remember. Izabella counted down from three and they all touched the Portkey at the same time. 