"I don't have to go anywhere, really," Spencer said, voice low. "I stick with them. That's all."
He followed Gabe anyway, Gabe and Adam with their wands out and their faces twisted against the flame, brave and stupid. He knew what would happen; watched them get driven back again and again, knew the flames were magical and there was nothing anyone could do to put them out. Though he couldn't see them, too, he knew that somewhere, something was going very wrong, and there were people who Spencer could only think of in the terrified, instinctive shying away of a small child: bad.
"In a moment," he said, "most of the South Wing will collapse."