The appearance of Noble didn't phase the headmaster. He knew that Fletcher had invited the man to observe what disappointments the two Hufflepuffs were. Well, one of his Hufflepuffs. The younger of the two had brought disgrace to that House and would be leaving the castle in just a handful of hours. Good riddance.
"Do as you wish, Noble. The brat isn't going to be our problem for much longer," Scrimgeour replied after Prichard was far down the corridor.
With a grunt, the old man then turned for the door and magically unlocked it. He passed through the doorway, leaving it open in the event that the Head of House decided to see how his Prefect was fairing, and went to stand beside Fletcher.
"Prichard won't be joining us," he announced, not caring if Ashburry-Hawthorne overheard (in fact, that might have been a good thing if he did — maybe it would give him some valuable insight). "He will be leaving the castle in the morning."
His eyes then gazed at the work that the older Hufflepuff was doing. He seemed to be progressing far better than his ex-peer. The speed that the boy was going, though, seemed a little ... slow, did it not?
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