Hayley turned her hands palms up, in the universal gesture for no fucking idea. "I'm not sure there is a right answer. As long as you sleep well at night."
She believed him, actually, and the other teachers seemed to feel similarly. But what about the students? Undead house elves, missing magic, age reversal, half the castle in pieces. Hayley hadn't even written her report yet, but it was assembling inside her head, bleaker by the day. Surprisingly enough, it made her sad.
Impartial,, she reminded herself quickly. I'm only here to observe, and then recommend. "So," she said, tilting her head at Adam. "Do you feel sufficiently calmed? Anything else you'd like to talk about?"