Homura hadn't even gotten halfway to the stand when everything seemed to go to Hell.

First, something came right out of nowhere and collided with the stand; the crowd around it seemed to recoil, but as they did so, he could make out a figure lying at the base of it.
A redheaded girl Homura vaguely recognized as being part of the Disability Support Alliance. He'd dealt with the group a few times in the past in relation to the library; as with whitey bugger, he couldn't put a name to the girl, but her presence wasn't going to make the situation any more difficult to deal with, at least. If her distinctive appearance was any indication, she could even be helpful in getting it over with so he could get to class on time.

But then the second factor blew in.
[i]Quite literally, at that.[/i]

"Fuck. Off." Homura hissed under his breath, as he saw the figure standing over the wreckage of the stand; this one he [b]could[/b] put a name to, unfortunately enough. Shun Mizushima, that crazy bitch who'd started up the Fight Club. As convenient as it was that the stand was gone, her presence was only really going to make matters worse, especially if she started picking fights with him and whitey bugger instead of trying to help settle the No-Stars down and get them on their way; get them on their way [i]after[/i] she went and riled them up with that display.

Homura sighed, pausing in his steps as he considered his course of action. 
On one hand, the stand was gone and there were two Two-Stars dealing with the situation as was. If he really wanted to, he could wash his hands of this and get to class...
On the other hand, if Mizushima started anything and the Countermeasures Committee worked out he had left instead of helping whitey bugger, chances are he'd land himself in some serious shit with both them AND the Disciplinary Committee.

Basically, he'd dug his own grave the moment he chose to head for the stand to help out. 

"Fuckin' figures," He muttered, as he continued his walk towards the stand, resolving to just get this over and done with.

"Alright, everyone, show's over," He yelled out over the commotion of No-Stars, as he stepped over the wreckage of the stand, "Move your asses and get to class quickly and the Disciplinary Committee won't need to know anything about this."

Watching Mizushima out of the corner of his eye, he instinctively moved towards whitey bugger and the rather intense-looking One-Star he was standing with; worst came to the worst, the two could back each-other up.