Draco walked briskly across the room and slid out behind them, several paces back feeling like he was about to throw up from the walk. He stopped to lean against the outside of the building, the snowfall was so thick now it obscured his vision as he searched the path ahead. The ground was layered in thick piles of white powder, like icing sugar being dusted over the small town in great torrents. Dread filled his veins at the echoing sound of the most piercing, blood curdling scream he had ever heard. The air was rife with the lingering cries, the silence of the snow allowing it to drift into the cracks in the walls of the buildings beyond.