Standing up in the bleachers, a book in his hands, Ewan couldn’t help but stare down, slightly aghast, into the arena as everything unfolded in front of him. Chaos was left, right and centre as Professors argued amongst themselves, the decorations for the ball lay asunder.

It really wouldn’t have surprised Ewan if someone from Hogwarts had burned the entire place to the ground but then again, it wouldn’t surprise him if one of those sleazy little prissy French students set everything ablaze and blamed a Hogwarts student, such was their petty resentment. He may not have been standing there the whole time but he knew that some of his friends would never do this (Eiji) and if he had to step in to defend them, not that they needed it, he would.