Grinding said teeth, she nevertheless pastes a smile on her face. Luckily, she doesn’t have to hold the pretense long, her flimsy imitation of happiness quickly morphing into the genuine thing, unable to dampen the pervasive sense of giddy anticipation brewing in her gut, knowing the utter havoc Lucius Malfoy’s about to wreak as his distinctive knock precedes her office door swinging open.  