"Hm." Severus pointed his wand at his office door, which snapped open at once, and put his nose back in his book for about the tenth time in as many minutes. "Good evening." It seemed to him that Trimble had generally the right idea, although of course the coming months would bear it out, or they wouldn't; but in any case, he was not left with a strong desire to make things very difficult for him. Even if he was arrogant and prone to flaunting his famous relatives.