They were still staring at him. Will they be staring at him ALL the way back to London? Like hell he had any obligation to stay so why should he--
"You are a bunch of crazy people, you know that?" said the blond man, grumpily, descending from the bus behind the man with spectacles. Seriously, though. He had jumped into his feet before you could say 'pancakes' running from the girl who was sitting right before him - who turned back and was staring at him fixedly, like wishing his hair was on fire.
The girl just
stared at him. The little prat freaked him out! The time under her stare ticked away second by second. For a moment he was convinced it was the freakiest thing out there. Then he was off the bus and damned it all to hell.
Why the hell did
he need to do this?! Just because he was of the male gender, because his mother had drawn a little circle or a tick in his birth certificate, only because he was BORN genetically one, he had to go chase around a couple of kids?! Did he look like a nanny to you!
The nerve.
"Whatever," the blond man mumbled. He had taken off his wand from his robes only in so much haste it had stuck in a knot of black fabric for a couple of good-lasting frustrating minutes.
Passing him with his own wand raised, the thin man in the glasses was walking forwards to be of the firsts to walk in. It was not so much that he was unafraid and bold: the sheer bigness of the front look was enough to intimidate him, and there was something peculiar with this situation that he did not like at all. But his kid was in that place. There was absolutely no way he would not stay to look for him.
Along followed others...
They were back at the place they had started off, of the colorful flooded room and peeled-off walls. The Hall. You felt very tiny. It was a tremendous hall, specially since it was made off the second and third floor which had apparently caved in at some point. You had a direct view at the roof of the third floor. You were in this amazing gigantic room where walls appeared to talk to each other.