They took up position along the Gryffindor table, occupying only one side to allow their comrades space on the other. Here, they would wait for the "speech" of sorts and any further directives.

One turned at the crumpled napkin thrown by the tiny (relative to this massing hulk's size) boy (Adam). It was true, hurting children did not faze them and in reply, the man sent a searing amount of paint through the boy's body without ever having raised his wand. The warning came as nothing more than a nasty look but the boy would soon find himself writhing in agony.

The one who shot up asking for his father (Kale) was firmly gripped by both shoulders and shoved downward in an attempt to make him sit. "Quiet, boy!" The follower barked. There would be nothing more about that man they had plucked from the castle a year ago and more to come if he continued resisting.

"I'll break your finger the next time you point it at me." He warned the Flamsteed boy. "And you," The man turned to the girl holding the pair of cowering girls (Phoebe). "Don't do anything stupid. Wouldn't want those girls of your hurt, would you? That goes for the whole lot of you. Nothing else that's stupid."

A hard task for the Gryffindor kind but they would have to manage if they did not want to meet the same fate as the first boy and his associate over there.