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Tegz 
"Um... excuse me? Sirs?" Had anyone ever actually said what they were supposed to call them? How to address them? Flynn had missed it, but he felt, even if there were some women or anyone else under some of those hoods, that they should also be sirs for some reason. "Have muggles ever hurt any of you? What I mean is.... I would be interested to know if any of you have dealt with v-violent muggles, and if so... what happened? I um.... hearing about real world experiences that are recent instead of a gazillion years ago might be.... more useful to us." Or maybe they'd stupefy him and he could just not think about any of this.
Honestly that would just be fine too at this point.
There was, in fact, a ma'am among them. She was the one who raised her wand to set off a series of rapid-fire hexes at this Hufflepuff, but the raging Rosier fan next to her stayed her arm.
Instead,
he sent one spell to the boy who dared to question their backgrounds. A silent
silencio, as it were. That should shut the brat up for the pathetic professor's sake.
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And then just like that, everything he was afraid of happened before his very eyes and Finneas couldn’t help the screech that escaped him. He would have bumbled over to help Aboli himself, had Valencia not gone to do so. And knowing the Inquisitorial Squad would likely punish her too, Schmoe threw his hands up into the air, to divert their attention. Hopefully.
”Please,” he pleaded, his entire body shaking. Each time he saw them was a reminder. The first night. The memory always returned full force. It happened in the middle of the night too, but it was worse during the day, when he could see them. ”I, er, I-. Sh-she forgot. It was a slip of the tongue.” Never had Schmoe felt like more of a coward. ”It was, it was my fault. I have -er-I have n-not b-been firm enough. P-p-please.”
They were only kids.
He swallowed thickly, turning to look at the pair. ”Y-you are disrupting my lesson. Ms. Phillips, t-take Ms. Song to the hospital wing. Th-this c-can n-never happen again.” He just hoped the Inquisitorial Squad would buy into it. It wasn’t much of a punishment, but maybe they would allow it.
To the hospital wing?
The hospital wing?
No, that would not be enough of a punishment. The duo that had their wands out
would have their revenge on Song and Phillips (the woman made a certain mental note of their names) but perhaps they could...restrain themselves for the time being. Perhaps.
The femme sent a small but highly effective
trip jinx in the direction of
Phillips. It was true, after all. Sometimes, when people were outside, they tripped. The ground was uneven with lots of sinkholes this time of year.