The miserable Mouthoil lay sputtering on the ground as The Nearly Dead Dumbledore let out a triumphant cheer. He had finally rid his school of that little shit! Huzzah! Huzzah all around! Ronnie the Bear cheered sheepishly, but one day he too would cherish the blood sport of the wizarding world with commensurate fervor. Master P clapped him on the back to assure him that this was the suitable reward for a job well done. Harmony didn't cheer but none of the other kids or teachers gave a fuck.