Lavender swore under her breath, then again out loud for good measure. She looked down at herself. The glamours were still intact, not that that helped at all. She didn't care about showing her scars in front of wizards - not anymore, anyway. Her outfit would invite a lot more questions than where her awful disfiguring marks had gone. Plus it was cold, and it wasn't THAT close to full moon that the wolf could keep her warm.
She looked around at all the people around them. "Some... kind of mass Portkey or something?" she said doubtfully.