He has a few amazing entrances that he uses in his work, but in this particular instance, he just knocks on the door and pokes his head into the office to see if his intended target is here for the afternoon. He'd been careful to ask about the man's office hours, but he was well aware that when children were involved, things could come up.
The first year, Draco had been almost impossible to find outside of class itself, or immediately after. It had been too strange, speaking to the students one at a time. Slowly, though, he'd begun to get to know a few of them, and whether they knew it or not, they'd drawn him out of his shell. Now in his seventh year teaching, when the first-years he'd first taught were frantic over their NEWTs, he's in his office for long hours.
"Yes, what is it?" he calls, finishing up his comment on an essay before glancing up, and immediately going tense. "May I help you?" he asks, and it's noticeably more formal and cooler than the somewhat welcoming tone he'd had when he'd assumed it was a student.
He holds up a hand in a silent request for time and maybe a little patience since he's not trying to be a bother. He's here on business but he knows how important a little time alone can be to a professional at work.
"Auror Hawkins," he says with a bow of his head, "and I was wondering if you had a few minutes of your time that you wouldn't mind giving me?"
In the past, it might have made him freeze up even more, but it's been several years now since the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had had any questions for him. His entire demeanor changes from politely distant to sharply concerned.
"Yes, of course, come in. Has something happened to a student?" he asks, rising from his desk and waving Auror Hawkins into the office, drawing his wand to flick a wordless spell at the kettle. "Nothing relating to my mother, I trust."
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"Yes, what is it?" he calls, finishing up his comment on an essay before glancing up, and immediately going tense. "May I help you?" he asks, and it's noticeably more formal and cooler than the somewhat welcoming tone he'd had when he'd assumed it was a student.
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"Auror Hawkins," he says with a bow of his head, "and I was wondering if you had a few minutes of your time that you wouldn't mind giving me?"
no subject
"Yes, of course, come in. Has something happened to a student?" he asks, rising from his desk and waving Auror Hawkins into the office, drawing his wand to flick a wordless spell at the kettle. "Nothing relating to my mother, I trust."