Eleven grimaced. The wards prevented any harm coming to the other students, but the mess prevailed.

"My fault," he volunteered. He'd tried to help his fellow student but he wasn't any good with numbers really and probably steered him wrong instead.

He stood from his desk and plucked up a few towels as he made his way over. His robes weren't as much of a mess, but he'd still need to change after class. Eleven handed a towel to Aziraphale with some chagrin.

"Sorry. I'll at least help clean up."