It was a miracle that the bus had not hit anyone and Dorian suspected that the professors had something to do with that. Probably used magic secretly to make the bus stop by itself. Yes, the second year was sure they would do something like that.

When Jessa affirmed that no none got hurt, the Ravenclaw relaxed again. He trusted in his Prefect's judgement and he was about to turn around and get his ice cream when he heard her mumbling.

At first, Dorian could not understand what she was mumbling about but it did not take long before he heard it all around him. Students everywhere were chanting as if in unison and a part of him thought it was a performance at first but another part. The logical part of his brain told him that it was very wrong.

Fear build up again and he felt like he was in one of those zombie movies he had seen last summer. His father had forbid him to watch but he had done so anyway with his friend and he had regretted the decision after the movie had ended.

Apart from that there were no flesh eating zombies, the other students were behaving like one and the Ravenclaw did not know what to do except for finding a professor.

Without a ice cream, Dorian ran back out on the street and looked around . He quickly found three professors on the other side and he ran his way towards them.

"PROFESSORS! he shouted at Vance, Kennedy and Stewart as he ran towards them, sure that they would keep him safe. Tears were streaming down his face but not because he was sad but because he was terrified.

Then as he got closer or more like closer to Professor Stewart and her dark invisible magic, the boy slowed down . He did not stop abruptly but slowed his speed from running like crazy to jogging to walking and then he stood still. ".....I don't feel so go---" he did not finish his sentence because he could not remember what he wanted to say. His eyes started to glaze over and he had stopped crying.

He wasn't fully possessed yet though but he was struggling with saying the chants that others were saying. But he did not want to! But he had to! It was RIGHT it felt RIGHT. "End the...no!" he could do this. He could resist.

But as he thought he could resist, his hand had gone unknowingly in to his pocket and he had drawn out his wand.