They’d walked into a fucking catastrophe. Draco was livid. The entire thing had been a chaotic cluster fuck straight from the start. Weasley miscalculated the number of werewolves. Potter hadn’t had the sense to take into consideration that they were working with muggles that were packing a lot of illegal firearms. Bullets were ricocheting everywhere. Jenkins took a hit in the shoulder. Flint took one in the calf. And Thomas took one to the side. It was a fucking nightmare.