The green flames gave way to the view of the larger circular office of Headmaster Tate. The room was full not only of shiny smoke puffing instruments but also of students it seemed. Thinking that they were just the returning partying, Patroclus made his way out of the fire place, intenting to stand with them, however when he saw that it was Jacob, he was taken alittle back.

Staring at his soot overed clothes the Prefect went to remove his wand to clean himself, however he stopped, he would clean up later, the muggle way.....no more unnecessary magic for this one for a while.

Hearing what was beening said, the LionBoy realised what had been the cause of their rapid departure; muggles in the grounds. Milling around near the door, Patroclus was unsure as to whether he should stay or leave; did Tate wish to speak to him some more regarding the incident, or was it just to be accepted and left in the past?