Though she'd argued with Amycus over who should get what office when they came to Hogwarts, Alecto had settled for the smaller one, even if it meant she practically dwarfed the desk where lessons and essays and sweets wrappers were crumpled. She supposed it had been Flitwick's, or that perhaps the odious little man was sneaking in and making it a little smaller each day.
The knock on the door roused her from consideration of just that, and her mouth screwed up for some new disagreement. Alecto hadn't been expecting anyone.
"Come in," she barked, eyes narrowing on the tow-headed boy who entered. Not just any boy, of course, the Head boy. What could the nancy little badger want with her?