After relating that information, Harry bounced on his toes, waiting for the verdict. After a few minutes, the Dark Lord lowered his essay and looked at him. "It is unbecoming for a Lord to fidget." Under his stern gaze, the young man calmed down for a minute and presented the picture-perfect pureblood, straight, detached, slightly bored. After an appreciative nod, he went back to bouncing. "So, is the essay alright? Can I go flying?"