She was still trying to figure out how all this had happened. Perhaps Herbology was cursed? after all she had overheard students talking about a Professor that was eaten? killed? by his own plant?.... odd. She didn't know how much of it to believe. The poor man had probably just had enough of the strange on-going's around the school. It was enough to send anyone mad.

Speaking of which, she needed a cup of tea. Stat.

Bentley's ears perked up a little as she listened to Josh's rationale. He made a valid point. The grounds were rather open and exposed, so unless whoever did this was small or invisible, then someone, anyone, would have seen.
"Interesting theories Carter, though at this point it’s hard to tell... though I doubt anything in my shed would have exploded." No... she wouldn't be that careless.

All this talk about searching through the remains just made her more depressed. What was the point. "If Carter's clothing didn't survive then I'm sure my parchment didn't stand a chance..." Yes indeed... what had happened to Josh's shirt? Strange Lion.
"Thank you Josh, for all your help, I will see to it that you are rewarded for your efforts, but... perhaps you should head up to the castle and rest. Make sure you eat something, stay hydrated and have yourself a shower, seeing as the Hospital Wing is closed, maybe Professor Lafay will have something to help ease your discomfort."
Smokey lungs were never a good thing.

Turning to the girls, she had to fight back a smile as she overheard Alyssa address the Head Girl as Roselyn... instead of Evelyn. Not once, but twice... Honestly. Hufflepuffs, heads in the clouds!
"Thank you, but the only thing that’s worth salvaging is likely to be a pile of ash... and I do not care for ash." Simple as that. Parchment = valuable, ash = not so much...

"Perhaps you should head up to the castle as well. I know I could definitely do with a cup of tea."
Yes, tea. And muffins! At this rate Hogwarts was going to make her rather plump. Emotional eating wasn't something she was accustomed to doing, but right now, it sounded like a good idea. Shame she couldn't rely on the house elves to fix her up a nice trifle.