"Oh my."

The voice of Kingston Wendleworth appeared amongst the Gryffindor table. He stood with much confidence, leaning a little on his left leg, his brow raised in disbelief and both his hands in his pockets. His eyes looked down at Jason as the boy hollered about his back. Dear heavens, he shouldn't scream. A man never screams about in pain. Horribly improper and... wasn't the boy a Gryffindor? Merlin's, suck it up.

"My, oh my, " he mused, standing just above Daphne Hopton as though he was making sure the girl wouldn't get touched by these simpletons. Heavens no! "I suggest you go to the hospital instead of howling on the top of your lungs, Mr. Weasley. I practically heard you from the Hufflepuff's table." Kingston sighed, frowning a bit. "My, oh my..."