The Headmistress sat at her desk, currently - amazingly - cleared of angry owls from school governors and drafts of the next notice she planned on sending to the Ministry and the Quibbler. As the staircase rose to allow Pucey in, she cleared her throat and sat a bit straighter.
"Mister Pucey," She said, with the same air she had addressed him a thousand times as a student in her classes. "Come and sit down, please."