"You're standing in front of me and asking me my name and job," she said with a smile, and gods she'd forgotten what a pain Caradoc could be when he was tired and cranky.
"Infuriating?" she asked. "You're telling me that I died and returned to life, something that by all knowledge of magic should be impossible. And seeing how you look the same as when I saw you yesterday at work I assume you went through this yourself. Are you telling me that you just said okay and accepted everything at face value and went about your business as if nothing had happened?" she asked, smiling a bit at him.
She summoned her wand and held it in lack of a place to put it away. "Oh seriously Caradoc, the threats aren't necessary. I wasn't the one who started with the hexes, that would have been you." She got up from the bed. "Show me to this leadership you talk about, which I assume isn't Dumbledore since you haven't said his name. Then you can tell me you're sorry about being an arse tomorrow after you've got some sleep."