*startles as the door swings inwardly, and hesitates on the threshhold -- on the one hand, he doubts that the Professor would have left the house without securing the door properly, but on the other, he's been in trouble with her more than once for wandering where he wasn't wanted (the first time, he'd said that he couldn't be blamed because she hadn't locked her classroom and so how was he to know there was something private inside, and the second time, she had locked the room, but he'd said he couldn't be blamed because if she hadn't locked it, he wouldn't have grown curious about what was inside*
*is about to reach in to pull the door shut before leaving when someone addresses him, in a voice that is so torn and hoarse that it makes his own throat hurt to have to hear it*
*moves into the doorway*
Yes, perhaps.
*steps inside and starts to close the door behind him*
I know that the Professor's made a full time job of taking in strays, rehabilitating them and releasing them into Margate, but... Shouldn't someone be asking you that question?
Would you know when she expected to get back?
*steps inside and closes the door behind him, moving carefully so as not to dislodge the sparrow in his sleeve* *it gives an annoyed chirp despite his care, before flying out of his sleeve [of his long, dark, blue, embroidered robe, tailored in a style that was popular in the late 19th Century and is yet to go out of fashion in certain circles, and which is also interwoven with a series of Confundus Charms so that to Muggles, it will look as though he's weaering dark trousers and a white shirt] and perching on his head -- no claws, this time*