"Hold up, everybody!" Harry called a halt instinctively, only noticing too late how Fleur's eyes now became wide and panicked; it was as though the last thing she wanted to be making was a scene. The marauding party of trick-or-treaters paused at the base of the hill leading up to the Rook, its windows dark. There would be no candy in the offing there: Luna and Xenophilius were gone on magical zoology safari, and had been for close to five months.