"We're not going to go to Azkaban," Kevin told him, smiling as reassuringly as he could. He wasn't really as sure of that as he would have liked to be, but there were five of them now. And they were in contact with adults, strong fighters, people who could rescue one of their own from the grasp of the Death Eaters. He felt both safer and more in danger because of that.
He grinned and tried to dodge, but the pillow hit him anyway, and he swung his at Colin's knees. "Because you know what we'll do if the Death Eaters come after us? We'll run away, like Brave Sir Robin!"