The castle may be in a state of upheaval but that’s no excuse for you to be lazy, simpering babies. If I catch you missing Potions because you were too afraid to crawl out of bed like a big kid, I will not hesitate to shove your head in the ill-brewed excuse for a Shrinking Solution you all seem determined to torture me by presenting at the end of class. You might not have realized this while you were being coddled at your mothers’ bosoms, but life goes on. Lie down and give up and I will not hesitate to steamroll you and turn you into jelly.
On that note, you are all embarrassingly stupid. Tweedle-Dumb, Four-Eyes, if I thought either of you were capable of cognitive thought, I’d tell you you should be ashamed of yourselves. Ashamed.