Entirely too many curious gazes, but that's life (or whatever this is) when you're a triple agent who died (will die?) with no clear answers left to bury. His scathing looks are doing an excellent job ensuring he's left well enough alone, though.

"A thousand years of chaotic young magic, the most powerful wards in existence, and countless stitches in the fabric of reality thanks to students using time-turners all drilled into one place," he lists off, sounding a little like he's suppressing an exasperated sigh. "It's actually surprising nothing like this has happened before, but I expect it'll smooth itself out in time." He makes a hand motion that might not actually be terribly illustrative; if he weren't such an asshole all the time he'd actually make for a good teacher, considering how knowledgeable he is. "It's built up like mud under a carriage wheel, and we're seeing what happens when magic stops politely adhering to our linear reality."

(In his peripheral vision there's a flash of red hair, and he doesn't react. Won't.)