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ammerekab 
Dexter felt a little suffocated with the massive crowd pulsating around him, hurrying towards the carriages. He looked around him for someone he knew, anyone that he could share a carriage with. If anything, he didn't want to end up alone in a carriage with two strangers. He tightened his grip on his bags and Bront's carrier, hesitating before choosing a carriage.
Someone, anyone, he thought.
As he shuffled along the path, he wondered why the boys and girls were separated. He'd never heard of this happening before. He smiled and thought of Gav, if anyone was going to get around it, it'd be him.
Having previously endured a constricting train ride, Cillian meandered through the grass. Soren, his new Screech owl, was perched in his cage, just as silent as his master was. Numerous people were walking about, trying to find a carriage with at least a single friend they could find.
Quickening his pace, he attempted to track down an empty carriage. As he prepared to do so, his attention was suddenly grasped by the sorry image of Dex, who was strolling around the same area. Cillian was unable to conceal his mirth as his newfound aquaintance anxiously hurried through the mass of people.