Hmph. "Silence. We do not surrender to mudbloods." One breathed, sending a sharp stinging hex at one Kinsay James. If Willaimson was punishing the girl for turning tail then there was no need to get in the way as the Gryffindor was trying to do. The wands were now gone and the situation was more in line with what it was meant to be.
They would have hexed Cambridge themselves for that cowardly behaviour to inferior wizards, but if the Groundskeeper was on it--with an approved spell--they were free to continue their patrol elsewhere.
Satisfied, they turned and went on their way, grumbling only somewhat at the massive waste of time this had been.
Perhaps Rosier would hear about it afterall. They could not have Purebloods performing so poorly. Perhaps the man would agree little Cambridge needed a visit to remind her of the role she, as a pureblood, was meant to play. To surrender the upperhand in a duel, she would learn quickly if they had any say.
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