 "only" Williamson might as well let them take care of Eden Tilly, eh? Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
...annnnnnnnnnnd now it was a party.
"Dammit, Cambridge," Williamson SWORE under his breath, no small feat considering he still felt winded, but Merlin, if this wasn't the Gryffindor's fault. He honestly did not care who cast what initially (now that he'd put 2+2 together and realized the sardines were of the nose variety, not the tinned kind). He just knew he was NOT going to allow these stupid infiltrators attack MORE CHILDREN on the grounds, HIS grounds. Not a bit. He still had the sight of Phoebe-No-Teeth-James burned in his mind's eye, thanks.
So he flicked his wand into his own hand, his left, as usual, and straightened up. "I've got it," he grunted at the stupid inquisitorial squad, standing up straight to his full height of six-four-and-all. "I'm the Groundskeeper, I'll say when the children have a problem."
And with that, he swiftly sent two nonverbals said children's way, rapidly enough that one maybe couldn't tell which direction the spells were coming from; one silencio for Emmerson Cambridge so she'd shut it and one slug-belching hex for Eden Tilly (a personal favorite spell of his, frankly). Why? Because he had to, to make it look like the Muggleborn was the one being hexed.
"Dunno what you saw," he grunted to the hoods, gesturing lazily with his wand, cool as a cucumber, "but it looked to me like some basic dueling practice I was just overseeing. Gryffindors were practicing on the Mugg--- Mudbloods, dirty Mudbloods, like they deserve. Don't have the best aim though." That would explain the sardines, then. Maybe.
The word he'd said sounded (and felt) filthy on his lips, but Merlin, wouldn't his Pops be proud now. Willy hinged and turned to James, Kinsay James. "Right, weren't you about to practice on Kingsley? Cambridge and Tilly have had it. Your turn. Kingsley, straighten up and try to take it like a man this time."
Seriously, kids. Play. Along. Kingsley, quit crying. THERE'S NO CRYING ON THE GROUNDS. He was going to make this a rule ASAP.
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