"Althea, what would you have done?" Declan asked her seriously. "Kicked the light to death?" Really. Althea almost sounded like a Gryffindor or his mother, really. He rubbed two hands down his face before looking over at what she had brought over for Levi. Declan needed to eat something to swallow the stress down with.

Time Travel. Huh. Declan thought it over as he bit into a dinner roll. His cheeks bulged as he chewed.

"Time travel or whatever," Declan said a little reluctantly. "It's all getting out of hand. I don't want to have to leave Hogwarts but we have to be smart about this too. We don't even know what's happening. How do we keep each other safe?"

He was the older brother and he had no ideas. With what pride did he even ask for suggestions? None, clearly.