Gus wanted to rub the bridge of his nose as Miss Potts came around the corner with a spell already against her lips, pausing only when she saw him. Instead he raked his fingers through his hair and sighed softly as he listened to the jumbled words of both Miss Potts and Mr. Beck at once. He didn’t consider her a liar, but at the same time he wouldn’t peg the Gryffindor as one either; it might be his fault for eating candy during class to begin with that caused this.
Holding his hand up to silence them, he first turned to Mr. Beck. “What’s in your pockets, please.” Gus knew the sound of candy wrappers better than he knew most sounds (his sweet tooth was unrivaled, even if it was a bit embarrassing to admit). He held his hands out to him, having no doubt that the girl was correct that he had been in his classroom.
“And you Miss Potts,” he turned toward her, “Shouldn’t toss spells at other students, unless in a duel.” Especially ones he knew most of his students hadn’t perfected yet. What was she planning on doing? Bringing the kid to him petrified? He also had a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Beck had used a spell he’d recently taught to his first years, too.
This was a mess.
“I’m going to deduct fifteen points from both you. Miss Potts, for using a spell against a fellow student, and Mr. Beck, for taking something that doesn’t belong to you.” It sounded harsh to call a child a thief, and while he appreciated Miss Potts’ willingness to protect his belongings, he didn’t want to praise her too much. She’d also broken the rules. “That also comes with an automatic detention. So I’ll see you both tonight after dinner in my classroom.” Gus hated hosting detention. He raked another hand through his hair.
“Now, are you both alright from whatever you hit each other with?” That was the most important thing to the professor.
Holding his hand up to silence them, he first turned to Mr. Beck. “What’s in your pockets, please.” Gus knew the sound of candy wrappers better than he knew most sounds (his sweet tooth was unrivaled, even if it was a bit embarrassing to admit). He held his hands out to him, having no doubt that the girl was correct that he had been in his classroom.
“And you Miss Potts,” he turned toward her, “Shouldn’t toss spells at other students, unless in a duel.” Especially ones he knew most of his students hadn’t perfected yet. What was she planning on doing? Bringing the kid to him petrified? He also had a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Beck had used a spell he’d recently taught to his first years, too.
This was a mess.
“I’m going to deduct fifteen points from both you. Miss Potts, for using a spell against a fellow student, and Mr. Beck, for taking something that doesn’t belong to you.” It sounded harsh to call a child a thief, and while he appreciated Miss Potts’ willingness to protect his belongings, he didn’t want to praise her too much. She’d also broken the rules. “That also comes with an automatic detention. So I’ll see you both tonight after dinner in my classroom.” Gus hated hosting detention. He raked another hand through his hair.
“Now, are you both alright from whatever you hit each other with?” That was the most important thing to the professor.
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