Jeorge watched as the machines began to rumble and tumble. How fascinating, he thought, a twinkle in his eye as he marveled at the speed of the machines. The results would be worth jotting down—well, once they were perfected. He swiftly dodged an undergarment that flew in his direction, but the same couldn’t be said for the students.

Dear... dear... we are in trouble, aren't we?

"Wands out, everyone,” Professor Leroy said in response to Miss Montmorency. Mr. Cadwallader had shifted from accepting defeat to instigating the others to fight back. "That's the spirit, 2 points to you, Mr. Cadwallader." Perhaps he should call for the healer? No, first, he needed to grab his notebook from the office before addressing the situation properly.

"Just a moment, everyone. I shall return. Do your best at taming the clothes and the machine until then." Mark his words, he would return... right? Ahem. Without another word, Leroy made his way out.