You put together the source of all the chaos when you see - or rather, See, for those who want to make the distinction - the children take off from the castle, flying south.

You curse under your breath, enchant a paper plane to Sprout, and tear off down the lawn in your own right. It's impossible to know for sure where they're going from here, but you'd bet London.

Essentially everything that matters happens in London, if it isn't here. If it isn't there, then you'll have to hope it's not some isolated patch of wilderness too far away for you to reach.

As it is, you only bother descending behind Hagrid's empty house before you throw yourself upon the aetherial currents - the anti-Apparition wards have no hold on you, but it wouldn't do to play that card before you have to, after all.

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"Venat, I believe the children are up to some unfathomably stupid bout of heroism."

She may laugh, but at the very least, she believes you. You don't have to explain or even wait for her to be ready. Any holder of the seat of Azem is ready, a first responder to disaster in a way that most of your people never had a need for.

She takes your arm again. Aether prickles along her touch. It's almost familiar.

With Venat Side-Along, you snap to Remus Lupin.