Normally James would have shoved past him but now he stopped, admiring the sky that seemed real and no trick of magic or illusion. If it was magic, it was better magic than he had even seen Dumbledore do.

"Merlin's pants," he said lowly, fascinated. "Where the hell are we? I've never seen anything like this before in my life."

Never mind that he was only seventeen and had quite a lot of life left to live.