door.
Draco caught up with his master, but quickly gave up on staying by the mage's side and began to follow right behind him, not straying more than half a step away. He simply had no other choice. He was able to move through crowds, but in such a tight space, he had no chance to use his abilities. Of course, he could easily push his way through the crowd, as he doubted he would encounter another dragon here. He refrained from doing so because it would probably not be well received, and he did not want to hurt anyone in the process. The only indication that they had entered was the dimming of the lights and, somehow, the crowd becoming even denser. Draco felt uncomfortable, to say the least, and began to fear that he would indeed lose his master. He slowly began to consider whether he should grab Darius's belt.
Suddenly, he almost tripped. For a split second, he looked down at his feet and realised they had entered a staircase. Draco cursed silently, worse than Doctor Xian'qett had when he last set his broken ribs. He smiled to himself, knowing that his aunt would not approve of such language.
Bleist stubbornly pushed forward, higher and higher. The master paid no attention to whether he bumped into anyone and unceremoniously knocked over people who did not get out of his way in time. Although it seemed that everyone around him was following this rule. Draco, willy-nilly, began to do the same. Surprisingly, it had a positive effect, and it was easier to walk without looking around. After a while, they descended the stairs and flowed with another river of people heading in the same direction.
Suddenly, Draco almost bumped into Darius. The master stopped abruptly. The dragon looked around, but saw nothing but the constant flow of people.
-Holy crap...- Bleist blurted out.
Intrigued, Draco tried to peek out from behind his master. It wasn't easy because of the crowd, but he managed. The crowd parted a few metres in front of them, revealing an empty vestibule, but
