Before he could even realize it, the Gryffindor boy, Aegis had his wand pointed at his back. Gulping the French boy started to stumble and stutter "Non, non. Non Monsieur, je ne voulais pas de mal a personne." (No, no. No Mr, I did not mean to harm anyone) Since he was in shock in panic, Gregoire's mind reverted to the language in which he was first taught, French. A sense of genuine panic was in the boy's voice. Not even thinking about it the boy just dropped his wand on the spot. Gregoire closed his eyes. He just hoped this would be all over.

"Si vous plait. Do not injure me any further. I beg of vous." (Please, you) Gregoire's now raised hands were shaking as the boy's chest was now to the wall. Eyes still closed, the dirty blonde started to breathe heavily. Gregoire was just in full on panic mode now. Turn around! Knock his wand out of his hands! He thought to himself. But no. He couldn't do that. This would cause another fight, and then he'd get in even more trouble than he already was. That couldn't happen.