Albus had kept to the outskirts of the throng, watching and listening as they chattered and theorised amongst themselves, as if such talk would lead to much. As far as he saw it, they were vulnerable. To the other countries, to whatever had bought them here. Damn it, to whatever had wiped them all out in the first place...
He spotted Scorpius at the other side of the room and drifted towards him automatically. It had to be said, he was pleased to see his son was still here. Despite it all, the feeling of unease in the room was catching.
"I wouldn't know," he replied, casting another cool eye over the group, his nose slightly upturned. "They could have just decided to leave, for all anyone knows." He hadn't known any of the people who were missing, but from rhat he had seen they hadn't seemed particularly reliable.
Albus' gaze turned back to Scorpius, looking him up and down. "Unless you think it's something more ominous?"