Possibly he should have thought slightly harder before breaking into a class in progress and haranguing the professor in front of his students. Possibly. After Sunday in the entrance hall and then the courtyard, he felt as though he were already on thin ice. The headmaster had that long-suffering look in his eye now every time he saw William that was more typically turned on Pete.
Then he remembered the horror of the envelope zooming in through the open doors and the ear-piercing bellow that had shattered the peaceful, studious silence of the room, and decided that no, Gabe had deserved that.
"If this is about the door," he said, stepping over it in Gabe's wake, "it didn't look like that when I left here."