Kazimeriz's attention was drawn back to the spyglass orb on his desk. Apparently the students in the hall were engaged in some sort of muggle-style shenanigans, beating up on the first year Ravenclaw... Pryce, as he recalled. "Please excuse us, Miss Purple... Ladies..." he nodded to include the other students in the room. "Mr. Masterson, there appear to be some students beating up on a first year in my corridor. If you would please help me sort them out, I would appreciate it."

Taking his cane in one hand and Upstead's borrowed wand in the other, he rose, pausing to allow Masterson to join him.