Alfred wasn't sure which decision he'd expected Evander to make, but he wasn't surprised when he announced he was coming. "Alright," he said with a nod, letting Evander apply the spell to him. The sorts of precautions Alfred would take were decidedly less magical. He was used to weathering storms on ships, surrounded by sailors, many of whom may not have even learned to read and write, much less attended Hogwarts and learned spells like impervius. Instead of breaking out his wand, Alfred retrieved a piece of rope — fortunately he knew where everything was in this place, having worked here all season, and there was a supply closet half a dozen feet down the hallway. He handed one end to Evander, then set about tying the other end around his waist.

"Tie it on. This keeps us close, so we can help each other once we find something," he instructed. More than that: if one of them was crushed under rubble from a falling building or swept out to sea, the rope would provide a path the other could use to find the injured one — but that seemed like it might scare Evander, so Alfred didn't mention it. If it ended up being relevant, he'd figure it out, surely. "And if the visibility goes down, we can still find our way back to each other." It was not quite the same as tethering to the ship, but being tethered to another person was at least some protection. It would have to do; they had no better options. "Ready?"

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