"Two weeks?" James exploded, throwing his hands up in the air. "That's bloody bollocks! And inhumane!"
Quoft weathered the outrage from behind his desk, quietly regarding his steepled fingers. It was rare to get a first year with enough nerve to talk back, but not unheard of. He could deal with him well enough.
"Inhumane?" he asked with unending patience. "Only on Sundays, Mr. Potter. Keep that in mind. Now, before we decide what the actual substance of your punishment will be..."
Quoft paused, tilting his head to one side as a knock came on the door.