Children from every year were running around him, trying to escape without anyone leading them, meaning that most of them were just chasing after each other, hopeful that they were going in the right direction. Most were, and the few that weren’t seemed to realize they were going the wrong way and righted themselves without too much direction. It slowed his progression, but he kept going, following the girl his heart belonged to and the wanker he was going to pound into the ground for allowing her to be in the thick of a war. Just as he saw the twosome yank open the door to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he caught sight of a pair of Hufflepuff first years huddled together in the corridor sobbing, their faces wet and puffy and their eyes red. Theo glanced back up at the door she'd just gone through, knowing if she came out, he'd notice before turning towards the two first years. Putting on a friendly face, he crouched down in front of the small students, Hermione would have to wait because he couldn’t just leave these children here to die when the fighting broke out.