Though Sundays were one of the only days Theodore didn't officially work, he was prone to taking home less sensitive files to mull over, given that he had few other activities with which to fill his time. Today, he'd taken notes on property dispute and muggle co-habitation by-laws to the tune of the WWN's quidditch commentary, and found the latter distracting enough that he thought it time to move his studies elsewhere.
Deciding he could do with a rather large mug of tea, he packed up a couple research files in a folder and made the short walk to the nearest cafe, which was busy enough with quidditch talk to provide him a distraction if needed, but not so busy that he couldn't find a table -- or so he'd thought before receiving his tea and finding nearly every seat filled. After an awkward moment of shuffling past the queue, he saw a familiar face. Or, more accurately, a familiar back-of-a-head.
"Padma?" He hoped it was Padma, anyway. If it were Parvati, this might be more awkward. "Do you mind?" He gestured at the open seat at her table once coming into view.