Don't worry about old Torres. And I've an idea to get you out of here with an excuse, although you'll want to step back.

[The lumpy thing from beneath his robes becomes obvious to see when he produces... ta da! A tiny cage. A cage with a stickman in it-- a bowtruckle, which looks none too pleased at being confined and carried around for hours on end.]

We leave this angry little fellow in here, so it'll be too dangerous for you to stay in detention. While everyone panics and tries to catch it, you get your wand back, and no one notices, while you're off scot free. What do you say?

[The bowtruckle hisses. Apparently it disapproves of this plan, but Edward ignores it.]