"We ready?" Truffle asked, looking fucking terrible, her dark hair making her face seem even paler, like a bloody ghost, a faint blue tinge to her skin, breath coming in ragged gasps. Draco nodded, having enough trouble breathing himself that he wasn't going to spare the air needed to speak, and Hermione and Weasley nodded their assent too – Weasley hanging onto Hermione for support to stay upright, the same blue-tinged white as the rest of them, his eyes glazed over. Truffle nodded back, and disillusioned Lupin and Krum's bodies, flicked her wand so that they were levitating invisible, a couple of feet above the ground. Truffle's mouth flattened and her eyes went dark and narrow as she concentrated, trying to hold the spell – everything seemed so difficult with their minds disoriented by the bloody gases.