James adjusted his robes as the telephone booth lowered itself into the mass of wizards, witches, goblins, and other creatures bustling around in the entrance to the Atrium. It was this sight that always sent goosebumps up his arms. Rubbing them away, he stepped out of the booth.

How that thing doesn't crush someone, I'll never know., he thought.
He filled through the mass to the inner Atrium.