"Thank you, Madam Umbridge," he said, and entered the courtroom. He looked around nervously before taking the proffered seat.
He still had no idea why he was there, though he didn't think harboring Penelope would affect the security of the Wizarding World. It could be a trick, he supposed.
"What is it you'd like to speak to me about?" he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He hoped the frames were still hiding the shadow of a bruise he'd received the night before.