“are you gonna let us in?”
It was the knocking on the door at the worst hour that had him grumbling as he made his way over to answer it. Who in their right mind thought dragging anyone, let alone him, out of bed at midnight, was such a good idea? Upon opening the door, he came face to face with Hufflepuff, of all things, staring up at him with an expected look on her face. Irritation flitted through him at the question posed, and without a word, he slammed the door closed again. Whatever her concern was, he wanted nothing to do with it, especially not at this hour when he had far better things to be doing, like sleeping.