 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
A visitor to his office about some OWL coursework had caused 6pm to come and go before he'd left his office, so Noble made it up to the seventh floor corridor a bit later than he'd planned. And going by the exchange he found when he'd arrived, he'd missed something rather major indeed. Hopefully things were going a little better for Derfael, assuming he was with Fletcher inside.
"Headmaster," he greeted, his face giving very little away as he eyed the young Hufflepuff. Well, soon-to-be former Hufflepuff, if Scrimgeour stuck to his word. "Professor Fletcher invited me to come by and observe proceedings, but I fear I might be too late." As the boy's Head of House, he was disappointed by his verbal tirade indeed. Really, he'd given the Headmaster no choice. And expulsion, unlike detention, could be incredibly problematic for the rest of one's school career. It was a sad state of affairs, and Noble pursed his lips.
"Perhaps I would be of better service escorting Callum here back to his dorm and supervising his packing." Not a job he'd anticipated having, but then when did anything go exactly to plan at the castle?
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