Kid looked scared. Tiberius took a step back toward the group and turned to Bryce. "Whoa, whoa," he said, holding his palms up toward the (slightly?) panicky young man. "It'll be fine. We can do the placement charm." But not if you're going to wig out, he wanted to add.

He made no movement to start the process, though. He was not doing this on his own or with someone who could freak out mid-placement and get them eaten. Or burned. Or stomped underfoot. Or sliced open. Or... yeah. Best not to mention any of these things. For his part, Tiberius appeared rather cool and collected, though there was the tiniest hint of perspiration beading at his temples.

Turning his back on the group, he looked to Williamson expectantly. Give us some instruction, dragon-expert man.