Kalif narrowed his eyes once more at Mister Koshiba and smirked slightly. His patience was short, and these two needed to learn that being at the school was not a right, and they did not have to be here. With his stance straight, he stared down at the children. After a moment of tense silence, he finally said, "This is not a moment to be smiling, Miss Koshiba. In fact, your class itself should have learned their lessons. If it had not been for my quick actions against your poor handling of mandrakes and knocking off earmuffs, and had not the mandrakes been just infants, there would have been a massacre in my class. I figured you would have learned that lesson, Miss Koshiba. Only this time, it would have been multiple lives, and it wouldn't have been a lesson."
Kalif took a small pause, to make sure the words were beaten into their heads. "The punishment would have been Azkaban for murder. This can be a dangerous subject, if not handled correctly. However, you two are basically here for lack of respect for your peers as well as for my class. Fifteen points will be deducted from each of your house, and you will be taking a trip up to your Head of Houses, with myself. Perhaps they will know what to do to you more than I can." Kalif waved his wand, and the door opened. "To whatever damage you have left throughout my office and greenhouses, don't expect me to fall for any of that nonsense." With an instant, the powder was gone, and Kalif could see the greenhouses from here. He would be going in there and taking care of the mandrakes at night, after all this was over.