Delayed by his return of wands to their rightful owners, save for those who had been called here and save for the one belonging to Mademoiselle Grantham who had never actually followed his instructions to drop it, Mathys allowed himself into the Inquisitorial Hall and remained behind the students with both arms crossed behind his back. He had arrived towards the end of his headmistress' tirade, one he knew better than to interrupt and would refrain from speaking entirely unless addressed to do so.

And he did have a few words he wished to share. More than a few.