"Come in," she called through the door. "Unless you're Ashley, because I've had about enough of that."
She grinned, but given the time, she reasoned she knew who it was. Finishing up the last of the letters to concerned parents - there seemed to be more than usual this year, possibly because of the raging headmaster debate - Ari attached it to the leg of one of the waiting owls before sending it off.
Standing, she reached for her handbag - of course she would have chosen pants without pockets - before glancing around to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything.
Her attire for the evening consisted of snug black slacks over heeled, strappy sandals, with a forest green v-neck 3/4 sleeve shirt - with sleeves loose enough to conceal her wand.
Like she was going anywhere without a wand these days. She'd rather cause the Ministry a bit of paperwork than get herself mauled by a crazed werewolf or something.