Harry looked up at the knock, spoon hanging from his mouth. He glanced down at the notepad and scribbled out what he'd written, which was only a greeting thus far. Waving Hermione in, he tugged the spoon from his mouth and dropped it into the bowl. As he chewed, he got up from his chair and moved around the desk to clear off the stack of files.
"I've always got a minute. Sometimes I actually have two or three. Have a seat."
He turned briefly and scanned his desk, making sure that all his owls from home were put away before looking back at her. He didn't mind visits from friends. At least Hermione wouldn't be too offended by the food. Or at least he hoped she wouldn't mind.