Molly walked in with the stream of Ravenclaws, having retreated from the vocal position of leader for which she was so ill-suited. No, walking alongside Margo, who was bristling with uncertainty and the tinges of fear, that was a job she could do much more naturally. Her spindly arm strained with the weight of her trunk, but her eyes were focused ahead and refused to break from their purpose. Get through the doors.
Once they did, she found they were inside a worse-for-wear courtyard, slowly being taken over by all of the plants inside. Her eyes scanned the high, stone walls, which all looked ready to crumble, as though the magic of the school had simply ceased to maintain it. Her keen eyes slid over these features, ignoring the distraction of her peers, as she found… the rubble.
Opposite the door they entered was another door which could be assumed, based on logic as well as aesthetic, to lead into the castle. However, great stones covered the doorway, large enough the Molly was certain that, even if magic didn’t seem to be on the fritz here, were going to be a pain to get out of the way.
But Casey was on the other side somewhere.
Molly turned. “Alright. Come on. Let’s get these moved.”