Plans were good. Being a Slytherin, Draco was rather fond of them. Anything was better than that whole 'charging in blindly' thing, especially if it meant he had a better chance of coming out of this alive.

He held his shield charm in place in case any other attacks came his way, and then glanced across at Marvelous, then over to Celestia, before finally looking down at his wand, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Distance isn't so much a problem, I just need a clear shot at her! The bigger question is how to get the bloody thing off -- is it a lock of some sort? Because that I can handle."