Was there a mic hooked up in his head? Ciaran threw a quizzical look at Baer over his almost disturbing timing before turning his attention back to the trees. It was probably just a natural progression of thought; he'd never spend a day outside of detention if any of the faculty had the barest hint of telepathy.

Ciaran moved forwards, glancing momentarily at the wand in Keegan's hand and how white his knuckles were from the grip. Ciaran's wand was still wedged down the side of his boot. Unless he wanted to stab this creature in the eye, keeping it out was going to be completely useless. Hell, it was probably more of a hinderance; at least if his hands were free he could use them to pin this creature down, should it attack. He'd never petrify it, so what was the point in trying?

Like Keegan, Ciaran was now looking at the canopy above them, trying to make something out of the darkness.

If the one at school wasn't the only creature then...how many would there be?