Rising up ceremoniously from the floor (and unfortunately right through one unsuspecting student) with an extra large ruff on in honour of the day, Sir Nicholas puffed out his chest.

"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service, m'lady," he greeted with an elaborate bow. "Absolutely splendid to see all your inquisitive faces as well, students. Good day to you all. Do hope I am not late..."

Oh, the Bloody Baron was still here. Was he, in fact, early?

"...or interrupting."