Having no personal affects of his own to concern himself with (everything he cared about being unreachable presently), the centaur had clip clopped his way to the corridor while inspecting his route along the way for any stranglers. His limp had mostly healed now, but it would take a centaur's touch to finish the job properly.

Thereos had never been beyond the lines of the Hogwarts grounds and the thought of stepping outside of those for the first time in his long centaur life was almost as unsettling as what he had encountered in the mist. He wondered, longingly, where the rest of his colony had found sanctuary. Surely not among these shops of this Hogsmeade Village. He would ask the stars their whereabouts, assuming it true that he would be seeing them this evening.

Opting to take up the rear (he had no stick to flourish about that would be of much aid in the group ahead), Thereos remained by the entrance to the passageway and beckoned the Hogwarts younglings along with his trunk-like arms.

"...an old rat is a brave rat," he nodded encouragingly as another group walked passed him.