Gabe hadn't suspected it of himself, either. Even stranger was the fact that he was apparently extremely reluctant to get fired. Huh.
Still, he paused on his way past to murmur in William's ear, "You keep that in mind next time." If he was going to be distracted for the rest of the day by contemplating next-times, he certainly wasn't going to be the only one.
Striding back out in the classroom, he had to lift his voice over twenty sets of hurried final tidyings-up to say, "I'm going to assume that anyone still here in ten seconds is desperate for an extra session after dinner."
The result could possibly have been described as a stampede. Gabe hoped the smattering of sixth years who'd been coming back for some extra work weren't going to be found trampled in the hall.