Gaston didn't know how he was still keeping his rising emotions in line, but even more surprising than his own calm (Or more accurately, his facade of calm) was that Sam was still holding it together, despite just learning she'd been used to curse the others. He was prepared for tears, yelling, even fainting... anything but this! Her question went unanswered as he thought about it for a moment. "I don't know for sure, Sam," he said. After all, the Dark Arts weren't his area of expertise. "But my best guess is they used a cursed object to control you somehow." Made sense, right? Whoever it was seemed to have an affinity for cursed objects.

He silently eyed the girl with concern and sympathy for a moment, but he didn't allow his gaze to linger on her too long. He was afraid he'd burst into tears if he did. "Sam..." he began, but his voice trailed off. "I can't make any promises, but I will do everything in my power to find out who did this to you and see that they're brought to justice." He was sure all of the other professors would do the same!

His eyes drifted toward Hawthorne just in time to see her nod in his direction and rose from his seat to follow her to the hospital wing, once again offering Sam an arm to hold on to. "That's it... easy does it, Sam," he said, his eyes wide with worry as they refocused on the girl. "Just lean on me if you feel unsteady."