The eyebrow raise from Fletcher was to be expected. Scrimgeour assumed that the man was rather pleased at the expulsion of the Prichard boy. Quite frankly, the headmaster was too. Now there was one less problem that they would have to deal with.
The old man gladly accepted the chair that Fletcher conjured for him. A nod of appreciation was given to the professor as he sat down.
Cold blue eyes then shifted over to Ashburry-Hawthorne. Truth be told, the ex-Auror was almost impressed at how well he was holding his tongue. Surely there was a comment about Prichard and the decision that had been made somewhere in that mind of his. But thankfully one didn't sound. A valuable lesson was being learned, he noted.
The boy's sudden confusion prompted a smirk to play on the man's lips, but he had to force himself to stifle it. Was the cleaning unsatisfactory? Probably not. But this was what detention was for. The headmaster turned toward Fletcher, waiting to see what his response would be.
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