The Ashwinder exploding had been an unfortunate incident, he'd give you that. And, really, he should have known better than to place an Engorgement charm on it. But, still. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. And how was he supposed to have predicted the complete and utter chaos that would ensue?
Honestly, though, the play had been frightfully dull.
They should be thanking him!
Especially when that duel broke out between those two girls – what were their names? They were playing Amata and Asha... He thought one of them might have been a Hufflepuff; he was reasonably sure he'd taught them both at some point.
But honestly, what had Beery been thinking, trying to get in the middle of that? It served him right, really. Getting in the middle of a fight between two teenage girls! Who in their right mind would do such a thing? They could be positively vicious creatures when riled.
Served him right, what he got for his troubles. He'd have to ask those girls what exactly they did to cause Beery's head to swell up like that.
Oh, and when the poor Ashwinder's eggs had exploded! My goodness, he hadn't seen a fire like that since his last visit to Romania! It was positively spectacular!
Shame about the Great Hall, though.
Probably wouldn't lose the smell of ash and wood smoke for some time. He didn't particularly mind, but he was certain others would complain. But really, they should have known better than to try putting out the fire using water – did they learn nothing last time? Honestly, the humidity was unbearable, and it was doing unspeakable things to that Ravenclaw girl's hair.
And the Hospital Wing was sure to be busy.
That he was a little more concerned about. Poppy would have his head when she heard about this.
Ah, but Dippet didn't look pleased. Perhaps he'd be put on suspension again before Poppy could get to him. One could only hope.
"Kettleburn! My office! Now!"
Small mercies, and all that.