The woman was a brunette with a bit of overweight. She may be in her late thirties. "My boy, an 11-year-old," the woman said, suddenly seizing the man from the neck of the cloak as if she may lose balance. "The boy with the Quidditch shirt. Have you seen him?"

At this point, she was asking the person on the seats behind the man. She was trying to cross the lenght of the bus, kneeling to check behind the seats as if that were any logical. "Baby! Baby, where are you, Thomas!" To which point, she tried to lung through the croud to the exit, and another man was there to catch her before she could flee.

"Now wait a moment, all you!" the new man, of a white mustache, baldie behind his hat, said, "keep calm and inside the vehicle." It was the driver of the knightbus, the uniform revealed. "How many of the children are missing? How many and which are their names? We will look for them -"

A few of the parents shouted names in a chaotic pace. The first woman had pretty much knocked herself against the bus pole trying to break free before a nearby couple helped her to a seat.