Everything seemed to pass by in a blur for him, all the colours seemed to bleed into a monotonous black and white. Movements were slowed down, yet sped up, and thoughts seemed incomprehensible and perfectly coherent all at the same time. Everything sounded like it was underwater, but volume seemed to have been magnified tenfold. The clock on the wall, its minute hand seemed to be stuck, yet everything seemed to be moving as if someone's finger was constantly pressed on the fast-forward button of the remote of the muggle telly that Hermione had shown him.