A/N: Onward.
November 18th, 2003, Waiting for the bloody Gryffindors to show up
Three days. It had been three bloody days, and not a single word from the witch.
She hadn't even had the decency to respond to the missive he'd had delivered before breakfast. It wasn't as if there was anything preventing her from doing so, she wasn't ill or anything of the sort. Just infuriatingly stubborn.
In fact, really, her absence should be of no concern to him whatsoever. Matters were, however, that ignoring a professional communication was more than rude. He was simply going to have to track her down and–
"Professor, are you alright?"
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Arthurs."