The judgmental look only tightened as the woman spoke and it was a pleasant blessing he had not heard the absurdity about flying in the mist or his face would have twisted all the more. Even the birds had fled the grounds and Thereos knew it was only a matter of time before the owls of Hogwarts wised up and fled as well.

It truly was no wonder that some of his kind still questioned how natural selection had not weeded out the stick wielding magicians.

Hooves in constant motion, legs unable to remain stationary under these circumstances, Thereos continued to wave his hands to push the air unnecessarily aside. "I will deliver those in the water," he declared boldly. "Your...wand knows the spell of Polaris. Make haste in its use and follow back to the castle."

He could easily hear the thrashing of the younglings in the water and his hooves were swift to approach the edge of the dock and grabbed a bit of rope used to tie the boats to the dock. The youngling's screen proving to be just what the centaur needed to know where to throw it. "Take hold of the rope," he instructed as he released the rope and heard it splash gently in the water. "I will pull you to safety and carry you back to the castle on my back."

And as he waited on baited breath, Thereos heard another set of footsteps approaching and all the hairs on his arms and back of the neck stood.