The first thing Badd did when he was returned to his room was check for his notebook. It was there, and seemingly undisturbed (not that it wasn't a given that the institute would go through their things), but the shard of glass was missing. Guess it was too much of a weapon to be allowed during the day. Badd unfolded the notebook and began updating his notes of the day as he waited for Javert and their dinner.

At least Javert was professional. Unlike with the brat, it didn't sting as much to surrender and say he was right.