“The ministry… I’ll have to write them a letter…” Phelix itched under his chin and spoke to himself softly. 

He nodded as McCarthy explained himself, then went off to confront more muggles. Phelix blinked, watching the DADA teacher intently. Then sighed. “Hmmm, we can strike them [i]and[/i] bewitch them without consequence.[i]I can’t understand why they are upset, either.” [/i] McCarthy intercepted a wizard drawing a wand. Phelix rolled his eyes and turned.

He noticed more students looking for the platform entrance. He hurried them along with large gestures and gentle words. At first they were unsure of him, without his robes and wizard trappings they wondered if he was a muggle, but were quickly reassured as directed them toward the platform. Getting them through as quickly as possible, there was no time for apprehensive first years or sentimental parents. They could say goodbye or find muster up their courage [i]after[/i] they went through the wall.

The frequency of incoming students tapered out. “Is that all of ‘em?” Phelix checked the time on his phone. “Hope so, we are due to leave any moment now.”