"Why would they lead us back to our dorms if our dorms are in the dungeons?" Theo muttered angrily, but fell into step with the rest of them behind Gemma Farley. He’d let go of Harry’s arm. Malfoy had yet to. Which actually proved useful, because Harry was rooted to the spot, eyes trained on Dumbledore. He looked... victorious for some strange reason. Like it was a reward to cause Harry grief on this day in particular. Malfoy tugged him along before he could cause another commotion.