Airlia hadn't meant to hurt Robert's feelings, she hadn't even meant to yell at him, but he had shown up at a time when her nerves were horribly on edge and when nothing was making sense and she wished the boy would just make things easier on himself, rather than doing things like this.

She felt awful, watching Ignatius slump against her, his skin paling. She couldn't help feeling like it was her fault, even though all of this was, in truth, Victor's doing, Airi couldn't stop thinking that she'd somehow played a hand in this. She was so busy paying attention to the injured head boy that she badly noticed when Robert and Victor apparently vanished.

Until, of course, when Cavendish spoke and neither boy answered. Stunned by this insane turn of events and completely unsure what to do, Airi did the only thing she could; she brought out her wand and nonverbally levitated Ignatius onto the stretcher (something Cavendish really should have done), all the while thinking very hard, and very quick.

"Professor, I, um... I have to go do a thing, excuse me." It wasn't a request, and Airlia didn't wait for his reply, she left Ignatius in the hands of the slightly mad, but not incompetent professor and set off to find Robert and Victor before ether of them ended up dead.