"I don't seem to recall Ravenclaw dorm ever being this chipper in the morning, or Lavender ever being this awake at the breakfast table," Padma said. It was too early for Padma to remember that Lavender was likely to get in a snit over such things, and she followed Michael's cue, barreling on.
"And yes, my internal clock's still a bit off, thank you." Everything was off. The weather, the time zone. Padma was a little better versed than most other Purebloods she knew, but, and though not this time, Michael still threw her for a loop from time to time. "So did you find fruit to put in my pancakes, or is it all ice cream?"