He had been proven wrong. There was a fate worse than being trapped within the walls of the stone castle and that was tasting fresh hair but living in confinement among a wizarding village was worse. Much worse.

More restless than before, the centaur's hooves tread heavily upon the floor as he made his way to the dais and the vacant space at the table meant for himself. He was certain the headmaster already saw this coming and need not consult the stars nor the sage to do so. He had fulfilled his promise and performed his services, but his place was not here. He needed to go out into the greater wizarding world and try to find his colony.

Not just them, but all the other creatures and beasts who had fled the grounds. The acromantulas, the thestrals, and others....

Passing behind the row of chairs, Thereos made his way to his spot beside the headmaster and folded his arms firmly across his bare chest. "Headmaster, a word when the tidings are shined upon?"