"Right." Draco's wand was out in front of him even as the pair of them started to move toward this slightly destroyed building, but one that looked relatively safe.
He maneuvered elegantly and carefully, like a man who had years of practice in doing things like this. Well, his practice was similar, but on the other side of the last war, naturally. Inwardly now, though, Draco's mind was turning. If this had been a purposeful attack, who would be wise enough to use a Muggle bomb, at that? More so, who would know how to either create one, or know how to access one?