He glanced momentarily down at his papers, and followed Amy into the room. Noting the seat indicated he, after waiting for a moment, silently removed items, placing them on the ground with only the slightest hint of his distaste. Handling used quidditch gear after the owner had been using it for practice wasn't exactly his idea of a good time.
"I'd like to talk to you about your position here at Sonora," he started without much preamble. "You've been here some years now," he consulted his notes. "Since that, er, 'incident' back with your team the Heliopaths, I believe." He paused for a moment. "Do you think it wise that a person of your character be put in charge of young and impressionable children? Also, as you've indicated, I have heard that you are now returned to that team. How is this effecting your duties at the school? Do you feel you are able to perform both roles and give both what they deserve? I've noticed that you've already left lessons in flying for the first year students to the substitute Professor, a Mr Fawcett. Is this something we can continue to expect to happen at Sonora?"
He readied his quill and angled his notebook, well aware that he looked somewhat like a reporter as he sat there so equipt, with a expression of enquiry on his face.