He had survived two wars, been a part of the Order most of his life; he had learned well to pay attention to the people around him. Twisted to the side to avoid the strike, which was a good start, but he moved right back behind the puppet. "That all you have?! What about your little Muggle friend here?" An arm came around the puppet's throat, wand to it. "Better put your wand down, Malfoy."