It took less time than Ignan had anticipated to reach the same clearing he had back in winter[1] when they had found them both.

"I'm ... I'm sorry, I didn't know ... I didn't know what to do.  I'll - sit detention, just-"
"Don't worry."
"I'm sorry,"

Tonight the clearing was not covered in frost and snow, nor blood and bodies, all of which the ageing wizard was glad of. It didn't stop the memories being fresh in his mind, what with the revelation of what had occurred here[2] only an hour or so before.

Ignan's wandlight picked out a cauldron, glinting in the gloom, a dull reflection on the metal. Beneath it, the fire was long out, and he bent to sniff the cauldron contents curiously. Schlagenweit had done his homework, misplaced as it was, so it seemed. Lifting the cauldron from its bed of sticks, his wandlight picked out what remained of the yew.

A heavy sigh escaped his body in the cool night air, and he creaked his legs into a standing position once more, collecting the cauldron and its contents, and with a flick of the wrist, the rest of the wood was incinerated in a flash of flame. The fire picked out pairs of animal eyes in the dark between the tree trunks before it went out and plunged him into darkness, all but the stars and moon above. His gaze shifted upwards and he let his mind clear.

Schlagenweit and Bevans would be punished for this, there was no doubt. To let this get out at any time, but during the Tetra-wizard, well, the results could prove catastrophic. He would bother Reid at some other time than tonight about the matter, Trishna and Sandusky had the two in hand well enough for now[3].

Public ridicule served well for many things, but not this. Multiple, lengthy, tedious detentions were required, but with a suitable explanation. Practically impossible to conceive that the Hogwarts grapevine would not manage to uncover this, or someone's tongue would wag even accidentally.

Either way, such a set of detentions would sit uneasily with Schlagenweit's Prefecture, so he'd have to lose it. For the best really, Ignan reasoned to himself, the boy works himself too hard. Ha, a true Storm, unwittingly, he heard the voice in his head say, and he smiled for a brief moment in the dark, all alone.

Prefect title away, he'd have to provide a reason for it. He'd think of one, it wouldn't be performing necromancy, but he'd scare Schlagenweit in thinking that was exactly what he'd put on his Hogwarts records...

The smile now a smirk, hidden by the dark, Ignan summoned and stowed the last of the evidence, and headed back to the castle to bestow his thoughts of suitable punishment, if Trishna and Sandusky hadn't already beaten him to it.

1.	Time is Running Out
2.	People Talking Without Speaking, Hearing Without Listening
3.	Uh-Oh, We're in Trouble