A debate about nothing ensued. About nothing, because she could scarcely see the point to talking about something that was so obvious. But then again, in Helenas world there was appropriate and inappropriate, and that was all, no shades of grey, no darker and lighter, so much as there was a dark and a light; end of story. In her opinion the Headmaster was being too lenient in his thinking, not regarding the situation as it was seriously enough, and Leathan Collier, esteemed degenerate colleague, was simply advocating his own cause of degenerateness.

"And if it's an issue of the Hit Wizards feeling overburdened during these dark times, I am more than willing to volunteer myself and Helena for Hogsmeade weekend duties."

Idiot.


Her mouth tightened further, though she said nothing, not really inclined to take his head of verbally in public. The internal affairs, as she classified Mr. Colliers self-indulgence, could wait to be sorted out, while the issue at hand was discussed and deliberaed, pointlessly, until the voice of reason of Minerva McGonagal, for whom Helena now had very great respect, ended all deliberation. Perhaps the statement was not given due credit in face of the chaos that chose to break out just then, but it had definitely had that note of conviction, the ring of credibility, even if its effect was somewhat lost in the fray.

Wand whipped out immediately, the moment the door decided to part from its rightful position, bits of it heading in various directions. Helena stood abruptly, pushing the closest person to her, who turned out to be Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House behind her rather instinctively. The urge to roll her eyes at Collier and point out that her point had been proven, thank you (and that there would be no weekend duties), was duly suppressed, since now, obviously, was hardly the time. Given that her point was really being thoroughly proven, and they were clearly under attack. An astute observation. She raised her wand to send a stunner towards the man who had sent a hex towards Professor Slughorn, but was distracted by a number of stools flying and an Unforgivable aimed at her.

"Crucio!"

Deflecto!
Instinctive flick of her wand, sending the curse flying wayward into what sounded mostly like a wall they did have such a most singular sort of sound, really. Helena narrowed her eyes. Stupefy! she sent back, a rather lesser response to the rather powerful curse that had been sent her way, but one had to stick to some sort of an ethical code, even if it did not really seem likely to be effective against someone who had used an Unforgivable without the slightest preamble. Effluo! she followed up, eyes flashing though she did not speak, and not pausing a moment, really, tuning out the chaos, and focusing. Expelliarmus!
"Dog. A kind of additional or subsidiary deity designed to catch the overflow and surplus of the world's worship."
- Ambrose Pierce -