To say that MacNair was pleased to have been woken in the middle of the night by one of his dormmates about two girls fighting in the common room would be a massive, massive over exaggeration. If anything he was tempted to simply wave the other boy off and return to sleep. It wasn't like he could hear the two from his bed. However, buried somewhere deep was a moral obligation to actually do his job, and with a huff, he pulled his slippers and dressing robe on and made his way down the stairs.

He froze at the bottom of the stairs, hands clenched into fists and he took a deep breath or two. He hadn't known what exactly to expect - his dormmate had been scare on the detail front - but Miss Fudge and a prefect fighting hadn't been in. Err... he at least hadn't expected Miss Fudge to get into a fight at midnight. He couldn't say he was particularly surprised about the Miss Borgin. Despite her family's status as pureblood, he simply couldn't understand the decision to make Borgin a prefect. She was both brash and crude.

"Miss Borgin. Miss Fudge. That will be enough," the sixth year snapped, still annoyed at being woken up. "For starters, if you are not aware, it is, in fact, the middle of the night. When you both should be asleep. And not making enough of a racket to wake everyone else."

"Secondly, I do not know what this fight is about - and before you do, I do not care to know - but I would think that you'd both have been raised in a way that would have taught you that this is not acceptable behavior. If this is to continue, I do not mind docking points from my own house - and I might see about speaking to the Etiquette Instructor about you both receiving extra lessons. Now, is further discussion needed or may I go back to my bed - where I was before I was awoken to deal with this?"