Dexter felt a little suffocated with the massive crowd pulsating around him, hurrying towards the carriages. He looked around him for someone he knew, anyone that he could share a carriage with. If anything, he didn't want to end up alone in a carriage with two strangers. He tightened his grip on his bags and Bront's carrier, hesitating before choosing a carriage.
Someone, anyone, he thought.
As he shuffled along the path, he wondered why the boys and girls were separated. He'd never heard of this happening before. He smiled and thought of Gav, if anyone was going to get around it, it'd be him.