The witch walked over to the fireplace, extinguishing the flames with a wave of her wand before bending down; her hands stuck the painting inside, leaning it as best as she could to the far, scorched wall of the fireplace, and moving her wand quickly before the fabric could slip to the ashes below it. It slapped against the bricks, making a squashing, wet sound before it stopped; the painting was now stuck to the wall with a confused, horrified headmaster inside of it.