It was starting upon early evening and Basil was very happy to be back from London. His visit with Miss Malfoy earlier had been excruciating, at best, and he was glad to be done with it. Now he could focus on packing his things, ensuring his mother was better off than when he’d arrived, and he could find his way back to the castle in the morning. Hogwarts was where he belonged and Basil hated feeling like a fish out of water when he was home. Traipsing down the Hogsmeade high-street however, he was pleased to be making his way towards Wellingtonshire now. In fact, Basil was so pleased to be home he’d almost stopped in to reward his bad day with a drink when a scuffle caught his attention just ahead. Two boys were fighting in the street. Basil’s brow wrinkled and he instantly felt the professor facade slip forth. One could separate a man from his duty but not the duty from the man. Pulling his wand from his waistcoat, he flicked it at the two boys to separate them as he came upon the scuffle. “Boys!
This is no way to act in public.” Basil scolded, coming up behind the smaller of the two. Upon closer inspection, they seemed young. First year age, perhaps, though likely younger since they were not yet in school. “What do you have to say for yourselves?” He demanded.