Was he shocked that detentions were being handed out left and right? No. He knew that there would be troublemakers. Was he surprised that they were coming from Fletcher? No. The man was a disciplinarian, which was why he was at the school. He knew the others were soft ... for now. But was he puzzled by the fact that it was the Hufflepuffs that seemed to be causing a fuss? Yes. So much for them being known for their tolerance and having a strong moral code.
Regardless, the old man was more than happy to be joining Fletcher in dealing with the two boys. The former Prefect needed to be put his place, and the other was going to learn how to be respectful or he could kiss the school good-bye.
The sight of that one Hufflepuff standing outside of the room caused the man to grunt. Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed as he approached the young boy. "What are you doing out in the corridor, Prichard?" Oh, yes, the headmaster knew the boy's last name, which was not a good thing under the current circumstance. "Shouldn't you be inside with Professor Fletcher and your housemate?"
He pointed at the door with his metallic hand. Get on with it, boy.
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