Merlin. The man was KILLING him. If not literally, than figuratively... Gaellen Tate was on the edge. If the Ministry Man took much longer with this fun little game of 'what can I make the ball do next', then he was probably going to end up being ejected bodily from the school. Through the Headman's window.

Calming breaths. Yes. No one was going to die today.

"Anything?" PLEASE, DEAR MERLIN. PLEASE.