"Mr. Stephens," Minerva McGonagall said from behind Harry, startling him.
How did she do that? He wondered. "Yes Professor?" he asked.
"The Headmaster will see you in his office," the woman said, the disapproval evident in her voice.
"What did I do?" Harry asked.
"The Headmaster will see you in his office," Minerva repeated. "Now."
"I haven't finished my breakfast," Harry pointed out. "I'll head up to Professor Dumbledore's office once I'm done. Most important meal of the day you know."
"The Headmaster has wanted to speak to you for the entire holiday," Professor McGonagall insisted. "You will go to him now."
"Professor, the Headmaster knows where I live, and could have sent a letter if he wasn't willing to come himself," Harry pointed out. "Lack of planning on his part does not constitute an emergency on my part." Harry wondered if the poster he was quoting had ever put in an appearance in the Wand Users' society. "I'll be up as soon as I'm done."