"I don't suppose he answers to his name," he said, pushing out his chair and standing with a sigh that was far more weary than he actually felt. "Well, come along, then. I'm not carrying him out again." Had she been a student, he would have made sure to look far more intimidating, and he wouldn't have brought along his glass, as he was doing now. He took out his wand almost lazily, stalking for the door. If she couldn't round it up, he was going to Petrify the damned thing.
The corridor tonight was full of corners and close-set torches, and he was fairly certain he could hear claws scrabbling on the walls a few yards ahead. "I don't suppose it's going to tire any time soon."