Would offering to help Professor Facial Hair unpack seem like a bit too much? Alice thought it might, so she held her tongue while following her friend into the office and mimicking her position. Legs crossed. Ladylike. That was her.

After thanking him, the sixth year added sugar and cream to her tea as well, at least three times more than Cat. Bitter was equivalent to disgusting, was it not? "I've been here since I was eleven. This'll be my.." .. wait... counting on fingers.... ".. sixth year at Hogwarts."

She paused but jumped right back into chattering soon enough. "You look much younger than some of the other instructors, sir. Did any of them ever teach you?" Because if he was asking questions, she could ask some in return.

That was the way interrogations worked, yes?