“Well…” John paused. “Have fun?” He looked up at the kid, not sure if he was going back with those others or not. A little worried Dylan would do something stupid, he followed after the kid, making sure to hold onto his top hat. He had decided to carry a cane that day; it wasn’t holding his wand, but instead a sword. His wand was tucked safely in an inside pocket of his jacket. Holding the cane by its middle, he jogged at a quick pace, reaching Dylan’s side fairly quickly. “Smart.” |