Orion was still on the bench, though now his legs were curled up beneath him, face in Harry's hair and sleeve at his nose. He looked up when the cop approached with Remus, letting out a deep sigh of relief.
Sliding to the floor, he got to his feet and took Harry by the hand, leading him to the door of the cell. The cop unlocked it and slid it open, and he kept a grip on the other boy as they stepped through, taking their wands when they were handed over.
"You two keep your noses clean," the office advised them sternly. "I don't want to be seeing you again."
Nodding solemnly, Orion pocketed both wands and glanced sideways at Remus. "Right, sir. You won't be, I'm sure. Re-Edward? I think we really need to get home now. I also think Harry has a broken nose."