Quite a number of things had occured. The merfolk had ignored his questions and a loud booming voice had joined them - probably this Aornos guy, or whoever he was. He ordered the grindylows to start knawing at their ankles and the unpleasantries started there.
His theory on the politeness of the British merfolk was confirmed when the battle that commenced. They also appeared to be one of the dullest crayons in the box as they recycled phrases over and over and over. No point giving him a headache with their shrieking if they're just gonna repeat themselves!
He removed his wand from his robes once more and began attacking alongside his fellow students, sending the scarlet spell in the direction of many a grindylow. It wasn't until Professor Vindictus had arrived that a genius plan was concocted and he summoned for a broom also.
"Headmaster," he shouted through the blasts, awaiting his 'ride', "I think... my... treason theory... might be a bit... STUPEFY!... redundant now."
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"What's he going on about NOW?!" Bunbury raised her voice yet again. "TRANSLATOR, tell him to shove it and hand over the key!"
Oh yes, she was getting less ladylike by the minute. The inner competitive Quidditchy-ness must've been coming out because she was on a broom, that was it, and she always did admire that Wystan woman....
Varius hadn't even thought twice about whether or not Professor Bunbury had been serious and opened his mouth, releasing a number of shrieky words towards the merfishes. They clearly
weren't co-operating afterall.
A school broom arrived for him and he whipped his leg round it, rising into the air. The only problem with this marvelous idea was that Varius was not the best of fliers and tended to lack balance -- something he was just gonna have to learn to sort out like... RIGHT NOW. And in true Mermish-fashion he repeated his previous statement, adding one which Anna had cheered earlier.
