"Diffindo," Truffle snarled and slashed her wand, and the Penduduk Di Luar member who had his wand trained on her clutched at his throat as the blood pumped out from the gaping slit Truffle had opened up, and Hermione bent and retched and retched; nothing left to actually bring up. Merlin, this was awful. This was awful. She swung around and stared stupidly at Draco, who was slumped against the door and looking at the gun with curious eyes, examining it closely, his gaze flicking between it and the man he'd just killed.