In the silence of twenty Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff fifth-years boggling, Gabe tried to stifle his laughter. He really did, but seriously, William Beckett had just burst into his classroom and yelled at him about violating the sanctity of his library. He thought he did well to keep it to just a choked snigger.
"End of discussion time, apparently," he declared, and twenty pairs of eyes swung back his way. "I'll want half a foot on blade serration by next week. Now start cleaning up."
That would usually have prompted groans and sudden outburts of discussion and shuffling, but today they all stayed silent and wide-eyed as Gabe added, "Beckett, a word?" and tilted his head to the doorway leading to his workshop.
Doorway because the actual door had fallen off its hinges when he'd tried to open it earlier. Gabe had to step over it as he led the way in.