"I'm going, war veteran Novarro," William promised dryly. He pushed his hair back from his face and grimaced when he remembered the ash. Maybe he'd stop in at a bath first, and take care of some of the grim. The students were unsettled enough lately without him walking down the corridor looking as if he'd been caught on fire.
There was nothing left of the girl's wand to worry about, and the other students seemed to be just fine. They were gaining assistance now, in fact, from the bystanders starting to wander over curiously. If he was being completely honest, Nate was more capable of handling the situation than William himself was. He looked alarmingly competent surrounded by younger students, wand in hand.
"Thanks," William told Nate sincerely. Then he set off to find Healer Bryar.