"I can look like the authorities," Dora said. She moved her hand away from her nose and scanned the ground from something she could pick up in her hand. Something easy to transfigure. She didn't want to take anything from near the bodies so she settled for a rock instead. "Police or something, I'd assume..."
She started poking at the rock with her wand and muttering some more advanced transfiguration spells underneath her breath. Turing rock into fabric wasn't nearly as easy as it looked, but she slowly managed.
"This was..." Dora shook her head as she looked around. And her mum wondered why she didn't want her going to the attack later this week. This was all the reminder Dora needed. "Gods, I don't even-- Does this village have any sort of significance? Anything at all that might have triggered this. They're all Muggles." Would have made sense if the place was sitting on the bloody Holy Grail, but wracking her brain, Dora couldn't think of any significance that this place had.