[The man who takes a seat at his table certainly doesn't look like the professor he's come to know - but those butterflies and the glint in those blue eyes is impossible to mistake on anyone else.]

Or, perhaps he merely triggered a spell without watching where he was going, hmm?

[Even his voice is different, a richer and deeper baritone than normal. A non-glowing butterfly quietly sails off in a certain direction...and shortly after, a ward fires off, causing a partygoer to slam face first into the wall that suddenly shoots forth.]

Ah...it seems the young are ever so clumsy. How disappointing.