Emmeline had left as soon as Dumbledore's message had appeared in her room. Never one to sleep much she slept even less with Marly still injured. Her hair was hanging free for once while working as she'd not stopped to put it up when the call was made. Her face was dirty from the soot for the fire, but none of that bothered her as she hexed her way through the crowd, saving as many as she could.
A laugh of a Death Eater made her turn, and she watched one of them dodge hexes and send curses flying. Aiming in turn, she cast a volley of hexes in his direction. Nothing lethal, but they were all powerful, aimed to capture not kill. She pulled up her shield as she got his attention, her wand ready to strike.