Echoing my Dad, I ordered the other Aurors to stay while I blinked upwards to stand next to Dad. The first sign I saw was bloody drag marks that based on the sheen, were very fresh. Dad and my eyes met and we had solemn agreement that the status of Inkwell was looking grim. Dad began to sniff the air while I turned to face the remaining Aurors and the knights who looked ready for battle. 