Viola steps up alongside Eddy and places the palm of her left hand gently but firmly against his chest. There is no doubt that they will continue toward the beckoning boy but before they rush ahead, she hopes to gather any shred of information available about what's waiting for them in the shadows. Lionel Qualls can appear among patronuses. The darkest, most evil things on this earth cannot.

She's not sure if it will work. While Viola is smart and capable with a wand so in tune with her that it almost speaks, she isn't prone to jubilation. When she raises her wand, she has in her mind a vague, soft memory of laughter and music. A melody coming together on an acoustic guitar. Companionship and camaraderie. Feeling understood. It's the best that she can muster on short notice.

"Expecto patronum," she casts down the hallway.