They crossed the bridge, and Johns led them through the quiet village streets. The occasional car drove past them, slowing as it went by – no doubt staring at the rather unusual group of cloaked individuals. A few families out for their evening walks went past, giving them a wide berth and odd looks, and one rather loud child asked her mother if they were Jedi, whatever that meant. Her mother hushed her with a laugh, and Draco frowned at the pigtailed kid as she stared curiously at him, her fingers curled around her mother's. His glare didn't frighten her; she just stuck her tongue out at him, and grinned, and Hermione snickered next to Draco, hand over her mouth to hide her smile.