Padma just stared at the both of them, feeling very disconcerted. Maybe she'd been away too long and forgot how they interacted in the mornings, but Padma was very sure she didn't recall either of them ever being so...bloody chipper. Especially not Lavender.
"Are the two of you on drugs?" she asked, not insincerely. "And no, the jumper's horrid. Michael, please burn it no matter what Lavender tells you." Padma shook her head, still feeling strange but not awake enough to figure it out. Mickeeel? What, were they Russian now? It was far too early for all of it.