The torches worked but not before everyone appeared to be affected my the pests, Kenton himself began to sweat, his vision blurring until he collapsed to the ground.

Opening his eyes a few moments later Kenton decided he was dreaming. That was obviously the logical reaction to seeing an entirely different environment and even dress of the people who had been with him. As it was a dream logically it was only in his own head and as such he could bloody well say as he pleased and care little over the attire of the group.

“Oh don’t be dramatic, Miss Scrimgeour, this is just a dream.” At least the ministry gentleman’s dream apparition appeared to agreed with Kenton’s sentiments. The rest were all rambling about getting out of this situation. It was a dream, shouldn’t they just enjoy themselves, clearly a dinner was about to be served. He decided to ignore the rest of their idiotic comment, let the dream play out and see where it went.