"I don't know what I think," Zach replied absently once it became clear that Caradoc wasn't going to be finishing his thought. He'd given up on the sheets he was holding but didn't set them down, hopeful despite himself that he might find the rest of the list or another instance of that name and get some answers. "Not yet anyway." Zach wasn't altogether aware of the chair two paces behind him, nor was he consciously aware that he wanted to sit on it until he did just that and discovered that one of the legs was missing. He only barely caught himself before the chair crashed to the ground in pieces and wiped imaginary dust and scraps of wood from his trousers as he walked away from it.
"It's as you said," he continued nonchalantly a moment later, as though the great resounding crash hadn't happened at all. "Either there have been others or the buildings were brought here by the same thing that brought us. Maybe the magic can't move things this big and keep them in one piece. Then again, it brought Potter's entire head here without leaving bits behind, so what do I know."