Fire brigade

A smart child would have avoided being near the scene of the crime, but Damide had never pretended to be smart. He was more curious than clever, and he wanted a more up-close-and-personal view of the havoc he'd wreaked. There were distant shouts and chatter as he passed through the halls down numerous flights of stairs, but as he drew closer to the courtyard exiting onto the Great Lawn, the atmosphere of the conversations began to make him uncomfortable. He'd expected disgust, but the faces of passing students were far more serious than he'd anticipated. He avoided the main groups but there were one or two students cradling burns to the front or sides of their bodies. Had there been an accident setting off the fireworks?

Stricken, Damide clung to the sides of the castle as long as he could whilst still heading towards the smoking patch of ground ahead. Was that the Gryffindor head-of-house? He was so screwed. The Ravenclaw boy took shelter behind the very shrubbery that a failed dungbomb had dropped behind, and when he found it lying so innocently in the underbrush, he cradled it in the palms of trembling hands. There was a boy lying in the grass, tended by two of the staff medics. A first year he didn't recognise; very small. The HoH, sending someone away with two others. Sucking in a huge breath, Damide lifted himself from his temporary hiding place and approached the group, dungbomb still in hand. I should have been in Gryffindor for this, thought Damide as he tried to stop his teeth from chattering. It was time to face the music.​
 
As everyone argued amongst themselves, Hemi looked longingly toward the castle. With all the distractions, he wondered if anyone would notice if he simply walked back to it. He tested his theory but had taken barely two steps when he heard Professor Kingsley tell him to stay where he was. He cursed under his breath. That woman must have eyes in the back of her head, or be a mind reader. No, she couldn't be a mind reader otherwise she would know what had happened here tonight.

"But I haven't done anything wrong Professor, and I don't know what else happened" He protested, wanting to be allowed back to the castle like most others. He was interrupted by another first year joining the scene. Hemi hoped the boy had witnessed the whole thing and come to set the story straight so he wasn't pressurised to. Why else would he be here?
 
Felix treated all the burns on the kids, thankful that they were largely alright, nothing too serious, a few of the younger children who had been closer to the blast itself clearly still had a little ringing in their ears, which there was very little that Felix could do, it would pass with a little bit of time and a little bit of rest. Eventually the crowd thinned enough and the professor were dealing enough with it, that he returned to the older boy still laying on the ground, and noted that while he was healed he still wasn't too coherent which made Felix feel like there was something else wrong with him just as the professor seemed to come to him for an update, "Finite" he muttered with his wand hovering above the boy, if there had been any spells on him they would end, "He'll probably have a light headache and maybe a bit of an ache where he was burned and I'd like to keep him in the hospital wing over night, he seems fine, just precautionary," Felix informed the professor as he got to his feet, "He should become more coherent and aware soon,"
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"If I find out you're lying and covering for someone, you will be in big trouble" she warned him, voice stern, as she waved the first year Gryffindor back to the castle before turning her attention to the nurse. She listened to him speak and nodded. "Please send me word if anything changes." The woman knew he would be in good hands there. They had taken care of Logan well. "And please send him to my office once you've determined he can leave the hospital wing" she added as she got ready to head back to the castle herself.
 
James couldn't believe how quickly the students had turned on each other once the Slytherin girl had broken the silence. It came as no surprise to James that it was a Slytherin who talked first to save her skin, he had been one after all and knew the type. Girls like Esme had been a dime a dozen during his Hogwarts days. She'd push a first year under the bus if she could walk away unscathed. When the nurse came forward to start treating the injured Gryffindor boy James knew that Professor Kingsley wouldn't want to leave her student but the Slytherins had to be dealt with. "Excuse me, Professor Kingsley," James was careful to address her as such whenever they were around students, "I think I'll take the Slytherin's to Professor Styx so he can deal with them however he sees fit," No doubt he would have better luck punishing them than any other Professor, next to him the rest of the staff must seem soft. James scanned the scene and picked out the Slytherin's he knew, first the rat, Esme and a younger student who he believed was named Charlotte. "You two," He said pointing to the two Slytherin girls, "With me, Professor Styx will be wanting to see you after this,"
 
Esmé stared at Professor Woodlock with a baffled expression as he repeated Kingsley's request to have the two Slytherins sent to Styx's office as if it were his own idea. The witch hadn't participated in any of his classes, but now she was glad of that fact. He was an odd man, she realised. Not in a particularly good way, either. Did he usually parrot suggestions like this? Again, as was the case with Professor Sloane, the man probably hadn't come up with an original idea in his life.

Once the man had finished speaking, Esmé took a step forward. "It's rude to point fingers, Professor. Something is expected from a first year.." She remarked off-handedly, with a brief glance at he slytherin who had done exactly that. Walking ahead of both Charlotte and Woodlock, as if leading the way to Styx's office. In all honesty, she felt he was probably far more reasonable than the three professors present, combined. Their petty threats had left her feeling a greater lack of respect for them. This is the filth Professor King hired?
 
The relaxation about the whole situation suddenly disappeared as a professor who Charlotte didn't know told the girls that they were going to Professor Styx. She felt her face go pale when she heard his name. There wasn't a person Charlotte hated more but if she wanted to get away from him without a scratch then she was going to tell the truth. It wasn't Charlotte who was lying anyway and Charlotte hoped that Professor Styx wouldn't punish her for something she didn't do. She was not in the wrong this time and that was all that mattered.

Charlotte ignored the subtle insults the older Slytherin had thrown at her and followed her and the professor silently to Professor Styx's office. Sometimes Charlotte really needed to shut her mouth and that was exactly what she was going to do when she saw Professor Styx. She took a few breaths in and out and kept her head down as she reassured herself that it was going to be alright.
 
Sloane didn't know what to think of the way that some of the students were acting. It was certainly ridiculous to say the least and she had to wonder why they were all being so reckless in the first place. After all any number of them could have been seriously injured and it wasn't exactly something that they should be proud of. She nodded as James offered to take a couple of the Slytherins to their head of house. She certainly didn't envy him. Kalif scared her sometimes. He was so damn tall and he looked like he'd drop a dark spell without a second thought. Of course maybe he was a completely lovely man. After all he did have children and a wife. Though one could never tell the truth behind a mask. She nodded at a couple of the others. "Do some of you need to visit the hospital wing. There's no sense you all getting treated out here for something minor." Of course that was ultimately the decision of the nurse. "Do you want them to stay... or?" She asked, turning to look at the man.
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No one was looking at him. No one cared. This is amazing! Damide had had every intention of fessing up when he saw the unfortunate souls he'd dung bombed, but all they cared about was finding out the culprit of what seemed to be a rather serious accident. The longer he stood there with the damned dung bomb in his hands, the more obvious it appeared that there'd been some kind of misadventure and that this was not the time to bring up his little prank and apologise for it. Professor Kingsley seemed to be leading the 'investigation' into the mishap, so she'd be the one he'd confess to at a more appropriate time. Damide began to shuffle backwards in the grass, watching for a good moment to slip away again.​
 
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