Samir craned his neck up, trying to see where the smoke ended but it seemed to rise all the way to the sun. A let out a low whistle. "D'ya think the muggles can see that?"
Just as Gemma squeezed his hand a streak of silver passed them and darted into the woods. A patronus, requesting assistance from Bluebell Town, he assumed. "We've done so well, sugar" he corrected her gently, staring at the patronus fading into the thicket.