Declan didn't know why they expected him to have all the answers. He only knew as much as the bones would tell him and even then it was as much as he could make sense of it. His mismatched eyes landed on the cracks of the shells, and etched lines on the chicken bones in the circle. Sweaty hands rubbed bony knees over trousers.

"That's ridiculous," he said as he pushed himself up. "But entirely possible!" Ravenclaws were all about the pursuit of knowledge after all. Declan wouldn't put it past them to somehow excuse animal cruelty with a 'the ends justify the means' way of thinking.

"We have to save, Charlotte."

Declan opened the satchel and held it open on the edge of the drawn circle. Bones and shells rumbled before they swirl and flew into the satchel. In a swift movement he brought the satchel up, shook it once, and pulled the cords tightly.

"I am hereby accepting suggestions for a rescue mission. You have..." Declan grumbled as he put away the bones in a pocket inside his robes. "Two minutes. Startiiiinnnng...."He pulled out a pocket watch from one of his pockets. "Now."