Herbology notes, a likely story. In all his years on the Board, Randall couldn't help but notice that far too many Hogwarts students had an overly blasé attitude to their studies and to the prospect of future employment, if the reports were anything to go by. Plenty of driven students who knew exactly what they wanted, and set out to get it, but just one dilly-dallying apple distracted the entire bunch.

Before he could make his own introduction, the boy beat him to it. "Precisely that. Vice President of the Board of Governors, in fact. Randall Bitterwood. Your names?" As they were going through the pleasantries.

And then, through the bars, he saw him. What was his name? Hernandez? Whoever he was, his appearance on the scene reminded Randall of his ever-so-slightly precarious position... though, of course, he was not officially, not technically here. He smiled, and drew himself up importantly. "No, no. Just stopping by to check on the..." Randall made to tap one of the bars of the gate, thought better of it, and sharply withdrew his hand. Never could be sure what security measures were in place. "... to check on the school, on behalf of the Board. The children will fill you in, I'm sure. Really time I should be off." He took half a step back, ready to head down the path which would lead him into Hogsmeade.