What....in Merlin’s beard.....was happening?

Fletcher entered the Great Hall for a quick snack, stopping just beyond the giant double doors at all...this.

Wands drawn at each other, Spinnet out (not necessarily a bad thing on its own but there was certainly an issue of conduct here), burns? Threats? The man lowered the apple he’d carried along from the kitchen, stunned at first but quickly regaining his composure at the mention of reporting this to the BoG. “That won’t be necessary, Wishart.” He said, moving into the room with his own calm. If he was disturbed by everything around him, it didn’t show in his expression as he calmly walked up to Le Roux and nudged his wand down with his hand.

“We’ve all gotten a little heated and forgotten ourselves. It must be the impending summer.” He spared a glance about the room, irked beyond what showed on his expression. What honestly were they doing? Were they aware of the image this would cast on Scrimgeour. Something like this getting out would be....inconvenient, to say the least.

”None of this needs to leave the Great Hall. Le Roux, Ainsworth, I’d been hoping to get your help with a few things back in my office. He turned to Foster and Wishart. “I trust you can handle this minor situation appropriately and it won’t need to be brought any further. I’d hate for further re-evaluations to be done.” Scrimgeour might suddenly find himself needing to fire more people if they caught his drift.

“Gentlemen.” He gestured toward the door before heading there himself. Not once did he stop to properly look at the state of the students, it would only aggravate him further. This wasn’t acceptable behaviour, but he wouldn’t go publicly scolding. It was important to maintain ranks.