Was he anxious? Absolutely not because he had done NOTHING WRONG! After receiving what can only be described as a massive joke of a letter from the headmistress of this shambolic excuse of a school, Ewan entered the Inquisitorial Hall, head held high, a neutral expression across his face and took the seat which had his name on it.

Whilst taking his seat, he couldn’t help but notice that ‘Zhe Headmonstress’ was waiting for them to turn up. Fixing her with a defiant stare, he waited for others to turn up, his mind coming up with possible answers for this farce of a trial. After all, what kind of person just decides that someone is guilty without actually providing any evidence? Not only was it not fair but it was just ignorant and pig headed! Truth be told, he didn’t really like it here at the start of the year but after this? After basically being told to leave, he didn’t really feel like it now. Funny how that happens.