It was a funny thing about sitting in the Great Hall at lunch - it was always horribly loud. So when the volume dropped, it was obvious that there was something going on. Usually that something involved wands and hexes being thrown, too, and that was why Adam tended to avoid having lunch with everyone else. As Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he tended to be the one expected to head off the dueling students before they really got started. It was, quite frankly, exhausting.
But today it was different. He raised his head from the copy of the Daily Prophet he'd been idly leafing through to see that no one was fighting at all. What was happening was the arrival of a new teacher. Which was all well and good, because the school needed teachers, and Adam was all set to introduce himself when he realized that not only did he know the new professor already, he knew the new professor relatively well.
Adam decided that, as he'd already had at least a little bit of food, it was in his best interest to vacate the hall before John Nolan realized who he was and decided to duel him - or worse - on the spot. Adam knew he deserved it, too, and his overly-developed sense of self preservation set in and he was on his feet, walking out of the hall as fast as his legs would carry him.
In his haste, he ran directly into someone, and before he could realize what he'd done, he felt his wand go flying out of his hand. "For fu-" He managed to stop himself before swearing (in front of the children!) and trailed off with a frustrated, unsatisfied groan. Clearly, it was Monday.