Trudging towards his puffers' table, Paul had to man up and look FINE. He was pleased none of his students had partaken in the food fight drama. It was all very nice. He nodded mildly at the Friar and looked down the table of his students.

"I...am very proud of you all for handling yourselves like civilized people...I thank you from the bottom of my heart for not disappointing me." He smiled softly at them. "Now...let's try to clean up some...we can use magic or good ole' fashion elbow grease..." he pulled his own wand out and...began to scourgify things.

"Also...I was going to treat you all to some of my...f-f-favorite banjo playing b-but--" he glanced sadly back at the staff table. "My b-b-b-b-banjo didn't make it."

Paul cleared his thread and blinked a couple of times. Right...back to making their area look clean. "Welcome to all you new first years...sorry about the chaos...I promise, the rest of term won't be as...eventful." One could surely hope.