Sabbath had been ready for some sort of retaliation from Noah, but, got nothing more than just a shove - "what a ponce,” he thought to himself. Sabbath could feel Hope tugging at his arm trying to drag him away. He tried to wrangle it free from her, but she held tight “Hope, let go!” he said to her. He also didn’t want her to get caught up in anything or get hurt.

Sabbath riled at Noah’s accusations. "Noelle’s got plenty of friends, Noah. But, she doesn’t need a friend like you.. You see, I know your game, Tosser. You think you can angle in on her as a friend, while setting your sights on something more. Well, I’m here to tell you, it isn’t going to happen” he said, a look of contempt on his face as he jabbed his finger in Noah’s direction.

In the distraction, Sabbath hadn’t noticed the new Professor marching towards them until she was right there, jabbering on about something or other... your despicable behaviour.. blah blah blah... taking housepoints...blah blah blah.. seeing your head of house... blah de blah blah! Then, she started faffing all over Noah, checking if he was OK. Pfft, she took the biscuit, this one.

Sabbath was just waiting for Noah to start whinging about his injuries and he wasn’t going to hang around and watch this sickening display. Although, he did smirk to himself when the professor said Noah couldn’t leave the banquet when he tried to high-tail it out of there. Maybe she wasn't such a bad old stick after all, he’d rock up to the meeting with Kitridge that she’d requested.

Sabbath glanced around becoming aware for the first time of the crowd of people the kerfuffle had attracted. Concerned about Noelle, Sabbath looked to her. Her eyes were red. Why had she been crying before he arrived? What had that dipstick been saying to her? He needed to talk to her, so finally, he let Hope pull them away. As they cut through the crowd, he could hear a hush descending on the Great Hall, the headmaster’s speech had begun.