Selwyn knew if he was working in a muggle high school, he would not be dealing with children almost killing themselves over love. At least, not so long as he was in the UK. Americans were pretty crazy from what he'd heard.
He hurried after the girl who'd told him about the accident in the Forbidden Forest. Those kids were old enough to know better than to go in there by now, surely?
The centre of attention was Vaughn Hunter, who to be honest, Selwyn felt a bit sorry for. The poor kid had obviously grown up a bit faster than he was ready for and didn't know how to deal with the girls fawning all over him. He reminded Selwyn a little of himself.
Then there was the Slytherin, Dakota who Selwyn would have sworn had left for Beauxbatons or something this year. Apparently she was just late back from holidays? Whatever. She was crying, which was her usual modus operandi and didn't surprise Selwyn at all.
"It's okay, everything's going to be all right."
Dealing with Adrienne over the break had taught Selwyn that sometimes, being kind got better results than his usual brusque manner.
"You're going to have to move, Dakota," he told her. "Now I want one person to tell me what happened. Preferably objectively, with no interruptions."
As he knelt down to examine the boy's injuries, he knew that was probably too much to expect.