Harry had sunk into the sleek black modern armchair. While nowhere near as comfortable as the armchairs in the Gryffindor common rooms, they did offer a certain sense of style to her office that she was unwilling to sacrifice. Harry shuffled around in the stiff chair, searching for a comfortable position until he finally settled in with one leg pulled up and crossed his ankle over his opposite knee. Resting the book in the crook of one knee, he balanced his cup of tea against the arm of the chair. 