"Stebbins," Hestia acknowledge, as it wasn't exactly a lie. His yelling had alerted her and that was the reason she was here rather than elsewhere. She shed her cloak and hung it on a hook. "A problem child to beat all problem children."
She moved to his desk, purposefully not clearing a spot completely for she planted herself atop his journal, effectively keeping him from it. "He fancies himself Auror of the journal networks and was carrying on like a mad thing. Couldn't even get a full break in, the berk."
Still that same smile, those lighthearted words and that serious gaze.