"Yeah," Spencer said. "Look." He pointed up to the North tower; a moment later and the glass of the window exploded, and three tiny figures came soaring out of the window. For a moment, it looked as though they were suspended on nothing; then they flew down, closer, and it was Brendon, Mikey and Gerard, pressed up close together on a flying carpet, a small collection of objects cluttered between them -- from the distance, it looked like more books, and other random objects. As they flew over, closer to the others, some tumbled down onto the lawns: a bronze cauldron with symbols carved around its rim, two creepy looking music boxes, and Spencer's Slytherin scarf. He rolled his eyes, and turned to where the rest of the group had their heads bent together.
"We have to go in there," he said, lowering his voice in a pantomime that didn't actually make much sense.