The merry ringing of the cauldron bells might as well have been marking the new birth of at least a legion of questions in Al's mind.
Well, I suppose with the Headmaster dead, they do need a replacement on short notice.
Still... wow.
He glanced up at Snape, just as suspiciously as a few minutes prior, he stared at the vaguely-familiar Shady Swarm posing as Security. (And Al still didn't quite believe their assurances of not being Polyjuiced, Confunded, or Imperiused to act Shady and Swarmy and generally Secure.)
"Just as I grew used to not thinking of you as Dad's Heroic Headmaster Snape, you go and claim some of that title back," he announced, shaking his head.
He took out his (much-fondled, and not yet disinfected, ugh!) wand and shrunk the couch in ten percent increments until it fit the Compendium like a well-fitted throne. Then he picked up both and faced Snape once more.
"Congratulations!" He grinned. "So what should I call you now?"