"I really doubt they care what happens to us on these missions, as long as the buildings come down, and as long as the body count is high it probably doesn't matter if we're included in the count or not. I'm not jumping into this shite feet first anymore, they can sod off and find someone who is willing to do precisely what they want, with half of our skill, if they can't allow us the time to plan. We can't underestimate these buggers again."
Unconsciously he reached down and stroked his fingers along the cast on his arm. Rabastan Lestrange had come back from the dead somehow to do that to him. No, they couldn't be underestimated at all this time.
Shaking away the thought, he looked over to her and laughed.
"I think I would give us all away if I were in a dress, little one. You on the other hand look just like a cute little fresh faced schoolgirl, and will blend in with the witches magnificently."