Draco glanced around the field, his wand still in his left hand as he held it out before him. "We can’t apparate in Hogwarts grounds - we would probably all splinch anyway -  Accio broom." He called, waiting to see how his trusty Nimbus had fared in the blast. The spell brought with it a pile of ash, it floated to the tip of his wand and drifted off into the wind when he lowered his arm.