Pain, suffering and burning. That's prettymuch what went on inside of Hanz's head as the school nurse worked hard to give him first aid. Soon he was in a shape to sit up, and with some help, stand too. His hands were shaking slightly and his face was forming a deep, angry frown. Slowly he begun to speak."Vell. Let us start vith my uniform. It, is, utterly, completely, totally zerstöste.." He looks down at his bandaged hands."My hands..hurt like fick." He slowly looks at Loki."I see zat you managed to...secure..my wurst. Hovever, mein ummantelung vas last seen getting a regen of sauer falling alles vorbei und ist vielest wahrscheinlich A BURNT PILE OF CLOTH UND FUR!" He yells and takes a deep breath while slowly turning his eyes towards the staff, not really knowing who to address."Und,, it vas rather..expensive jacket. Nov zen..after zis..delightful und most likely very approved methode of an examen...I vould VERY much like to knov VHO is the DRECKSKLER vho came up with it!"

The most precise students and teachers alike can tell that Hanz, is infact, not too happy at the current moment.