Filius stood in front of his ceiling high shelves examining his handiwork. The scrolls and tombs upon the shelves were displeasing the Charms professor, aesthetically wise, but as he had already spend most of the morning rearranging them, the thought of spending anymore time on the matter was depressing.
He sat down in the comfortable chair behind his desk and turned towards the mess that had accumulated on every spare space of wood. Placing his head in his hand, Filius wondered why he spent so much within this office when it caused him so much angst. He sighed and was grateful for the distraction of the door being knocked on.
"Come in," he called to the now closed, but soon to be opened, door.