"We don't know them, sweet," James said thoughtfully to Diana and, though it was slightly awkward, turned his hand slightly to get a more permanent grip on hers - she was clearly upset, and it was easier to keep a clear head when someone else was depending on you; until now, after all, it had been just them amidst a lot of Death Eaters and strangers. "That bloke - Finn - you think he's a prostitute? He could be, yeah, but it's just a guess. Keeps odd hours, certainly." He turned back to Aberforth, and shrugged wryly. "I think they're all right. If they wanted to make trouble for us, I'm sure they could have found an excuse - you don't need much to get the Death Eaters out on a killing spree. I don't want to put them in harm's way either. But they don't know anything, and even if they're not for the Death Eaters, I don't know that they'd be up for a fight. If nothing else, I'd like to leave them a warning to get out of sight when we go, though." He grimaced. "As I said - it doesn't take much."
Aberforth's question, however, brought a small smile to his lips: he'd always excelled at Transfiguration, and while his Animagus form wouldn't be much good in the city (although past experience said it was remarkably useful in more rural areas), there were dozens of other things he could do.
"I'm good," he said seriously. It wasn't a boast - in another time and place he might have preened a bit, but now there wasn't much point; there was no one to laugh or be impressed, and this was life-or-death business. "My hair is the hardest, but with my own wand I can make anything stick. I had to do enough of that sort of thing for the Order, before. And if I can get the ingredients I can do Polyjuice - or Di can, she's good with potions." He had, after all, watched her brew enough of them for her current work. "Pity the Headmaster took my Cloak, though. I'm sure it'd come in handy."