Michael folded up the letter, which would be sent by Ministry owl this very evening. Maybe. "I will indeed kick your ass. But at least you're rising to the challenge. How Gryffindor of you." He grinned a bit and went back into his office. The letter was sealed, and then he tapped it with his wand and it poofed away in a small puff of purplish smoke. He then made a big show of lining up the sheets of parchment, making sure all the sheets of parchment were aligned and even. He held his wand at the ready. "All right, Bridge. Be a dear and count us off, will you? I'm thinking one...two...three, then go. Sound good?"