A deep silence fell on the crowd, so deep that the harsh whisper of the wind in the magnolia leaves came clear to their ears and the far-off repetitious note of a mockingbird sounded unendurably loud and sad.
Struggling, terrified, he heard more clicking, and saw Ron's legs leave the ground, too, heard Fang whimpering and howling—next moment, he was being swept away into the dark trees.
(Imitates puppy wailing) Puppies do it, kittens do it, babies do it. All young mammals do it when they're in pain or when they miss their mothers. And we all know how this cry makes us feel inside.