"--and make sure you keep the sick ones hydrated!" Gerard said hurriedly, and even with his adrenaline up and his hackles raised, he still found himself stifling a laugh at Mallard and Lerato, who mockingly saluted and rolled their eyes at him. Gerard stuck his tongue out at them -- this shit was important, okay! -- and made his way back over to Jon.
"Fucking kids, man," he said, shaking his head -- they'd be alright, he told himself, none of the elves were going to get past him and the other professors, he just wouldn't fucking allow it. He summoned up a cocky smile and then slipped out of the doors and into the Entrance Hall. He almost immediately reeled back, wrinkling his nose at the smell of singed, dead meat and the painful pitch of the Alarm spell, and then forced himself to keep moving forward, towards Mikey and Spencer. As the doors closed behind Jon, there was a series of heavy thunks -- the kids moving the barriers into place.