 Was told to skip Cambridge for now so LET'S WRAP THIS UP, Slug Club Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
For a few agonizingly long moments, Williamson staunchly ignored the other children besides Kingsley, his brown eyes locked on the boy as he absorbed the facts of the situation. He wasn't even surprised this had something to do with Fox. Tilly deserved at least ten more minutes of vomiting for her role in this mess, and for the fact that he was sure it was her pocket knife which had nearly cut his hand. He'd given James a task that was a deliberate challenge because he needed her out of the way and because Gryffindors often needed some kind of exhausting physical task (or several) before they were done Gryffindoring. He also knew this situation would never get properly diffused if James and Cambridge were around to hear his speech for the Ravenclaws.
Back to Kingsley. He dragged out his grumpy-teacher LOOK for another beat, and then snorted.
"Right." He waved his wand at Kingsley only, silently casting a large finite that should take care of all his dancing and belching. "The thing is, I'm sorry for saying that word too, but you're just going to have to get over it and over yourselves." His gaze drifted between the Ravenclaws as he spoke and tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He really was trying. "You're going to be hearing it a lot more, I expect, and the sooner you learn not to give words power over yourself, the better off you'll be."
Did they hear? Did they get it yet? Things were probably going to get a whole lot worse before they got any better, and Williamson knew this from all his experience at Hogwarts.
"The adults in this school can't come running every time you decide to start a drama," he drawled, one last warning for them all, as he reached into the pocket of his jacket. "Well, not the adults on your side, anyway." He'd not give another thought to the useless followers of Rosier but he SINCERELY HOPED the children of this school, especially the Muggleborns, would. A thought of caution, at least.
Now, as for Tilly. He held both her and Kingsley's wand in his hand alongside his own. Had to give her a punishment, didn't he? And not just because the Squad said so; he WANTED to get through to her now that he'd heard the whole story. She'd started this mess by casting on a screamer, making him come running, resulting in his pocket croissants likely being all cold and squished by now, and AND now there were slugs all over his nice pathway. Firsties. Smh.
"Tilly, you're going to clean this mess up. If I ever hear about you casting an unsanctioned spell on a classmate, especially on MY grounds, I swear you will wish you had been killed today instead of being saved by me." That was not a threat, it was a promise, and the nearly 6'4" man made sure she got it by leaning down to put his grizzled face next to her little one. His voice was a low and intense growl. "Are we clear? No. Magic. Outside. Of. Class."
No magic from kids, anyway. He straightened back up before he could get slugs on his face from an inevitable burp and tossed Kingsley his wand, then threw Tilly's on the ground beside her. Also, yes, he did finally cast a finite on her slug-belching. "I don't care how it gets done, I just don't want any evidence of this mess when I come back through here later."
Now he had to go deal with the older and therefore worse pair. He swept off, not patient enough to wait for James to get back to them, and waved his wand at the unconscious Cambridge so she was levitating gently and it wasn't on Kinsay to drag her. "To my hut. Now." That's right, time for the other half of this.... detention or whatever.
He was exhausted by these children (and all the magic he'd had to use on them) and it was only MORNING.
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