Mr. Umbridge was beside Somersby quite suddenly. The seventeen year old could hardly object to a second pair of hands holding up Ben - he’d never quite realized how heavy Ben was,what with how skinny he was and all that.

The gentleman that Umbridge told him to follow was the other ministry guy, Somersby remembered from the train, he nodded. Moments later the quidditch enthusiast was by his side to help, relieving Somersby’s weight altogether.

As the downpour slowed and the hail stopped. Somersby noted a porch. Who cared who it was, “There’s shelter!” He pointed and dodged ahead, arms again held over his head to protect from the still flaming rain.