"I don't think we should," the driver started, drying his temple with a dirty handkerchief, "I mean, if there's something wrong with this children, the aurors should be informed immediately. Maybe some of us should go to London -"

Of course, he was afraid to be hold responsible for this disappearances if he did not inform the authorities right away.

"It's a disaster," the pale-blond man said, "just get the kids and let's leave. I say we go to London and let the Aurors deal with it. Maybe I can still catch the King Cross train before midnight."

Again, it was an uproar. None of the parents were to receive this suggestion too happily. One of the women actually burst out crying.

"T-then, I'll tell you what," the fragile man was saying again, he was re-accomodating his glasses as if that gave him a boost of confidence, but made him even more unimpressive in other people's eyes, "Let a group stay here and look for the kids. The rest can go to London and tell them what's been happening..."


ooc-- reminder: not all the kids, only those who came with their parents