Quinn didn't think he could get any colder, but as the Headmaster called his name his blood went frigid in his veins. Freezing, inside and out.

He grabbed onto Eden's hand as their names were called. So many of his friends... where were they to go? And he... he wouldn't be able to see... so many people. He wouldn't be able to see Atlas..? Quinn regarded Atlas as one of his few safe havens at this school, and that was just going to be... taken? Quinn's eyes welled up with tears—he didn't wanna go, he didn't want to go!

And then he was being grabbed. He flinched upon the initial touch, but he knew that freaking out would be ill-advised. He stood there, trembling as he watched Professor Williamson go up to where the Headmaster was.

He's going to kill him, he's gonna kill him right in front of me, I'm going to see someone else die—

But it was only a Crucio. The fact that Quinn thought of it as only a Crucio was sickening, but... he was a tad relieved. But he was still worried for the Professor, and he hating seeing him on the floor, writhing in agony. He let out quiet tears.

As Quinn was shuffled out of the courtyard, he couldn't help but look back, trying to catch a glimpse of Atlas, to tell him with his eyes that things would be alright, that they would see each other soon. Even if he found Atlas, Quinn wasn't sure he could even convince himself of that fact.