"There's been a mass breakout from Azkaban."

...Amriac frowns and lets Michael do the talking.

"How long are we locked down, do you know?"

"Probably until they find the escapees."

"...have they looked on the Moon?"

"Mister Way, this is not a laughing matter -"

"Of course not, Professor, I'm sorry. We'll go back to the library."

She sweeps off.

Once she's out of earshot he says - "so we'll have to sneak out, there's a secret passage behind a mirror on the fourth floor."

"Ooooh, secret passages."

"Hogwarts has like dozens of them, I don't think the founders meant it to be secure at all." Left down a hallway and right into a gaggle of students in robes -

        "Hey Michael!" 

"Hey!"

          "Did you hear-"

"About the Azkaban breakout? Yes, I did."

         "It's a new Dark Lord, has to be. The whole place, demolished in a couple of minutes."

"That's terrible."

       "The Ministry's tearing itself apart trying to figure out what happened."

"I bet they are."

       "Who's this -"

"This is Amriac. Did all the prisoners escape?"

       "Yeah."

"You'd think most of them could barely move."

        " - yeah."

"So maybe it wasn't a breakout, maybe it was a - prison theft."

        "Still probably a new Dark Lord."

"Oh, no doubt. But one with a sense of style."

        One of the girls is glaring at Amriac. "Did you run out of girls in England?"

"I ran out of girls in the whole of Britain."

        "He's kind of an asshole," she tells Amriac.

"I won't introduce him to anybody very sensitive, then," says Amriac.

"We're supposed to go talk to Professor Martendecker about whether she's stuck here for as long as the school's shut down," Michael says, and shoulders through the crowd. 

Amriac trots after him, trying not to bat anybody with a wing.

"Sorry. Usually this hour, this close to exams, people're busy studying. Why Timothy was in such a hurry - I mean, he was in such a hurry because Azkaban -"

"Do people actually go around calling themselves Dark Lords? You'd think after one person did that in real life the rest would pick something that hadn't been done already."

"I think it's usually that other people will call you a dark lord. And it's a common trajectory because lots of the fucked up magic - encourages you to do more fucked up magic, and so on..." Mirror. He taps it and whispers something, and then steps right through it.

Secret passage! "This has been my most interesting week in at least five years."

"What happened five years ago?" It'll be like a mile of walking through bendy stone hallways. It's not lit; "Lumos," he says, and now it is.

"Nearly all the major instrumental musicians on the entire plane of gold who ever make public appearances and a few who live offplane managed to agree on a convention time and place! We managed to perform some supposedly impossible compositions entirely on conventional instruments and I unveiled the sphereflute and then my orchestra and six others all got staggeringly drunk together and about seventy percent of us had an orgy and then wrote a bacchanale about it before we sobered up and it was glorious."

"- that sounds amazing. ...plane of gold?"

"Oh, somebody decided once there ought to be a huge solid gold rectangle. This is actually stupid but now most demons live there instead of on planets."

"Hell sounds great."

"It's lovely! Then again I haven't been other places for much accumulated time."

"You guys can't visit the angels place and the fairies place?"