Mary had been practicing soccer out in the grounds when a panicked Bel rounded her up. She had fallen out of the habit on practicing every morning and it showed in her skills, hence she took the sacrifice of doing it in the afternoon. So now, clad in her exercise clothes and blue sneakers, she stood here waiting for an explanation. Rhythmically dribbling the ball between her feet, she felt a discomfort in having it out in front of so many people. Most people at Hogwarts thought muggle sports were stupid.

Hearing the headmaster speak, she kicked the ball up and grabbed it, now spinning it quietly in her hands. What she heard was horrifying. She had heard some chatting in the corridors about missing items and definitely was aware of the house point situation, but..... pink fluffy things? If this didn't cause her enough distress, a professor... is dead?