There had been
mayhem. A disaster in public relations, to say the least. And, the Maoh was
involved. This served to make it Gwendal's responsibility to make amends and smooth things over again.
It was like being home again.
Save, for here, it wasn't foreign dignitaries in their own lands, but foreigners in a strange school. He decided, to expedite matters, he would hold court in the Great Hall, the scene of the disaster.
On the door, he had the house elves post a sign on the door.
Reparations and remunerations
For harms suffered due to ingesting the 'fondue' served here earlier this week.
Inquire within.
He sat at the table and waited, dreading the day.