Back in the common room, he finds Tysinni, sitting at one of the tables, looking, to put it mildly, annoyed. Her fur looks damp, and is sparking, occasionally. "Those whelps are getting quite bothersome. They've recruited our daughter into their pranks, and the latest was to set up a trap on her<em>own</em>room, so when I went to visit her, it triggered and hit me. I<em>think</em>it was meant for someone else, but..." She sighs, plucking another bit of glitter from her fur.