Hamish had always thought Eugene Scamander a good lad, but the boy's decision to escort Miss Van Helsing further cemented that opinion. As the pair departed, the professor scooped up a still-trembling Oona, deciding the canine more than deserved a bit of a rest.

In time, what remained of the group arrived at the casino, which loomed ominously over the square in the fog like Death itself.

"Pairs, or small groups," he half-agreed with Miss Cramming. "I should hate to see us become too fragmented."