Quite the opposite, actually [ you utter shit ], but between two hundred different realities and time periods and martial law on a supernaturally powered prison ship, no one gives a damn.

You could explain it anyway, if you really want to. Make up a handy reference sheet on why Severus Snape is a bigoted prick and should be airlocked at once, and then deal with the Sacred Cow-Child Who Lived interrupting you and talking about dead war heroes around whatever the hell else he's doing while I-- [ sound of glass breaking; it's rather anti-climatic ] clean up after his fucking mishaps with the Dark Lord's bloody underwear or whatever it is this time and-- fucking.

Could we possibly do this any other time?