Harland felt as if he was frozen in place. The Dementors were actually... Doing what Dementors do. He hadn't expected that, really, which was probably naive of him. But at the moment, he couldn't think about any of that, he could just think of how cold it was. Nothing seemed to matter at that moment, not even the fact that Dementors were sucking the souls out of other people. He wanted to help, but he was useless, he couldn't produce a Patronus. He didn't like feeling useless, that wasn't a nice feeling. He wanted to yell out, as if that would stop them, but his voice was caught in his throat. He did not like this.

Not one bit.

Then it was as if time stopped and he closed his eyes, starting to shake slightly as the Dementors took their last breath of their souls. He couldn't describe how that felt. Had they just sucked on his? Surely not...

Suddenly, the air seemed to unfreeze, as well as time. He heard a small groan coming from somewhere, quiet enough that he only just heard, before he realised that it had in fact come from him. He opened his eyes once more to see students on the ground, students stood up, one student running off. Well, that was a surefire way to lose your soul. But for now, he had to ignore how he felt, put the happy Harland mask back on. Maybe he could just do that permanently, forget this ever happened.

He doubted it.

Slowly, for fear of falling seeing as his legs were still shaking, he made his way down the stairs and gripped the banister. "Is everyone okay?" He asked softly, a complete alternative to his usual voice.