Her touch upon his sleeve threatened to make Gideon simply evaporate, but the wizard maintained his wits enough to take in the description of little Bernard. Following her lead—and slightly less light-headed now that she was no longer holding onto him—Gideon began looking around the tables, keeping his eyes peeled for the telltale red of the boy's scarf. There were undoubtedly a number of dark-haired young boys about, but the scarf was a marker that should be easier to distinguish.

"Bernard!" he called out hopefully, though uncertain if the young boys of the day came to the sound of strange men calling their names.