Karl
Someone's screaming.
Karl can hear the yells coming in through their compartment with muffled hearing, as the door slams against the wall from where it had previously been locked, a dark shadow-like creature taking its place in the doorway.
His ears are ringing and when the thing reaches its decaying hand towards them, he thinks it might be his screams he's hearing over anyone else's.
The darkness from the rest of the train seemed to be leaking into their compartment now as the shadows of his friends are swallowed into the pitch-black, and soon Karl’s only able to feel the white-knuckle grip Sapnap has on his hand.
The compartment feels as if it's frozen over as the temperature rapidly drops, and Karl hugs his sweater a little tighter to try and fight off the cold.
He keeps ahold of Sap’s hand as he stands and quietly mutters a lumos to give a small beacon of light in the dullness of the room. He turns to take a quick survey of their group, accounting for every member.
Sapnap had stood to join him by his side; George quickly attaching himself to Karl’s other side.
“Dementors.” He whispers, His gaze turning to the two of them, “They’re employed as guards for Azkaban.”
“What business would they have being here then?” Sapnap mutters.
“Sirius Black.”
The three of them whip their heads to where Quackity was still huddled in the corner, his back pushed against the wall as he turned his stare up towards them.
“The missing prisoner?” Karl questions. They had read the articles just hours before about the Azkaban breakout, Serial killer Sirius Black being the first to ever escape like that and manage to survive.
“Makes sense, doesn't it? Azkaban guards searching for a missing convict.” A new voice pitches in and Karl is suddenly very aware of Dream’s face looking entirely too pale as he watches him in the dim light.
He doesn’t get to question things for much longer as he’s also aware of the dementor advancing in on them, floating lowly on the ground; a decaying hand reaching out.
Reaching for Dream’s face.
Karl felt frozen as watched the hooded creature hold its hand over Dream’s face, and it wasn’t soon after that his body dropped with an audible thump to the ground as the screaming picked back up.
The rest of them also seem to have freeze up as they stay rooted in their places, listening in horror as Dream’s yells seem to get louder.
Karl’s not sure how long it’s gone on for by the time a sharp voice cuts through the alarming cries coming from their friend.
“Expecto Patronum!” And four sets of stares snap to the wolf bounding into the compartment, the dementors flooding it quickly fleeing further down into the train.
An older man takes place from where they had once been, assessing them quickly before reaching into the pocket of his bag and handing something out to them in offering.
“Chocolate, eat it, it’ll make you guys feel better.” Karl takes the small piece he was given and watches his friends eat theirs before he finally takes a bite of his own.
He looks back over to the man who has an R.J.L embroidered on the side of his bag, his long cloak billowing behind him as he sits on the abandoned compartment benches.
“My Apologies, I should probably introduce myself, shouldn't I? Remus Lupin, I’m set to be your guys' defense teacher this year.” He explains, “Is your friend here alright?”
They turn their attention back to Dream who seemed to be dazedly staring at them now, slowly sliding back up to his previous seat.
Karl releases a breath as he too drops down into his seat, finally releasing Sapnap’s hand in favor of wrapping them around his tucked knees.
“Dream? Are you okay?” George asks as he gingerly takes the seat next to him, reaching a hand out to Dream’s knee.
It seems to jerk Dream back into motion as Karl watches his gaze snap back over to them before clearing his throat.
“Fine, I’m Fine” He gives them a tight-lipped smile and they settle for that, Karl knows he’ll confide in them about it later when they aren’t under a watchful eye.
“Why are the dementors looking on the train anyhow?” Sapnap questions, and he sees Lupin's face flicker for a second before his expression changes to one that looks confused.
“You know, I’m not too sure myself” He answers, “Tell you what, how about I go ask the conductor personally.” He smiles, gathering his stuff up in his arms, and disappears down the hall just as fast as he appeared.
“Who was that?” Dream asks, looking a little less tense and pale than before.
“New defense professor, are you sure you’re alright?” George tries again, and Dream seems to deflate a little at the question.
“Did none of you guys hear it?” and uncertainty bounces around them.
“Hear what?” Karl inquired, leaning forward a little as he fidgeted with the bracelets on his wrists,
“The screaming? Seriously none of you guys heard it?”
“Dream.. “ Quackity said slowly “The only one screaming was you.”