Harry was finding himself going a little stir crazy. Not because Bob was missing but because he was away from everything he was used to. He missed Chicago. He missed Murphy. He even missed the things he used to hate. Being at Hogwarts wasn't all that bad. Talking about the Muggle world was easy because he was in it more often than he was away from it. In fact, the only times he really seemed to deal much with the wizarding world was when the BMA called him in for something he did. It happened often enough, but Harry was usually rushing out to get back to the Muggles.
Sitting behind his desk, he was sleeping. It was a light nap after a long day of things. Harry wasn't sure why he gave paperwork. He needed to figure out a substitute for homework. Less grading for him. He really could use less grading. Also, it was oddly quiet and he normally had Bob to talk to, and since he didn't have Bob, he'd drifted off to sleep because he didn't have Murphy breathing down his neck about one thing or another.
The knock awoke him and he sat up immediately. His vision hazy for the first few seconds, he squinted and then realized that he woke up because someone knocked on the door. Letting a yawn escape first, he then said a bit loudly, "Come in." He rubbed at his neck and then stretched it before pushing aside the papers he wish he had an assistant to take care of.