Settling in on his hooves and electing to remain silent around his temporary colleagues (though none seemed particularly talkative), the headmaster's speech did little to quell the forming storm within the centaur's chest. The night was dark and full of terrors and it was only upon reaching this wizarding settlement that Thereos had be able to gaze upon his beloved stars. A map was present within their glittering beauty, but a long path was unwinding before him.

The appearance of food, wizarding two-legged one's food, did little to settle his stomach.

"I will be leaving tonight, headmaster," he explained firmly as he pushed his plate away, having no intention of dining this evening in this establishment. "Now if you will permit it so." And his head turned sharply to look deeply into the man's eyes. "I must find my colony and the others. Here there is no place for me. It has been an honor serving, but the sun is setting and I must follow the horizon."

He had overheard many younglings speak of Hogwarts being their home, but he wondered how many of them realized how preposterous their sentiments were. How shallow. Tomorrow they would all board the crimson engine and return to another civilization. Another roof over their head. Another home. The mist merely a temporarily inconvenience. They had not been uprooted. They were not refugees.

How simple and narrow-minded the minds of humanity could be.