With a roll of my eyes, I hoist them all by their cloaks and send them sliding off the wooden benches of the table and into a pile at its edge, then hit that pile with a blood-fed silencing charm. What a bunch of dull schoolyard fools. The idiots point their wands at us and try to cast spells, but none of them are sufficiently skilled at non-verbal casting to do so. One of them gets off a non-verbal finishing charm, which did exactly jack and shit to my silencing charm given I’m still feeding it with my magic and probably will until breakfast is over.