"Seems we're in trouble," Dumbledore whispered conspiratorially whilst Mia healed his various burns and bruises. "Ah, gentleman!" Dumbledore greeted with cheer, clapping his hands together as the men opened their mouths. "It's your turn now, isn't it? Apologies, apologies, Healer Gardner and I will clear out." He waved his wand and the table righted itself, sand whirring and reforming into glass, fitting right back into the windows where they'd burst from.