Was this boy even listening to what he was saying here? It was really doubtful because if he was he would stop talking while he was ahead. "Well then Mr. Gunter, if the bruises only LOOK worse than what I'm letting on, I would assume that to mean they aren't bad at all." Meaning once again he was being nothing more than a whiny little puffer at the moment. "It doesn't matter how many you have Oakey. I'm still not giving you anything to make them just disappear. Like I said before, you kids need to toughen up a little. I don't know how any of you expect to make it out in the real world if you can't even handle some bruises." Let alone how the hell did he manage to stay on the quidditch team being the big baby he was?

Ahh, finally Professor Flamsteed arrived. "Hello Professor. Thank you for taking the time to come down here. It seems there were some problems in your class today." Upon saying the word 'problems', she looked over at the prefect who was crying about some bruises. "Apparently you didn't give students enough time to put on some protective gear before starting your class. Is this correct?"

See Oakey, she was asking about your accusation. Now to wait for the professor to blow Oakey's lie out of the water.