[5:04 pm]
"Flank them." Rufus's voice had a sharp edge to it, and his fingers curled hard around his wand; he'd left his coat and robes at home and looked almost whimsical as a result - a grown man in a shirt and tie who could almost have passed for a muggle, holding a stick and dodging behind buildings. "Send your men around," he gestured with a free hand, every feature certain and still. "We're going ahead."
It bothered him that the best they could do was scare the death eaters away - but what more could he do? A full out battle with civilians in every corner screamed trouble, and he'd had just about e-damned-nough of Rita Skeeter pointing that out to him.