Tate meandered in the wake of the ineffective tattler, although he picked up speed as the rabble from the fifth floor corridor reached him. What the...? Why were there so many people here? And why were they fussing at each other?

"We need..." There was no way he was going to be heard, and even his tall figure looming over students at the edge of the crowd didn't seem to be drawing anyone's attention.

"EVERYONE NEEDS TO CALM THE HELL DOWN." He set up a crack of sound with his wand to draw their attention. It was possible he wasn't going to be able to handle this crowd on his own. Now... who could keep a level head?