"That's good." Aidan remarked with a sigh. "I can't cook to save my life. That's probably why I was never too stellar at Potions." That, and the fact that Snape terrified him. Of course that hadn't kept Terry and Aidan from pranking their professor but Aidan found that it was a lot easier to be brave when he had Terry around.
Still, Millie wasn't too bad, he decided and nodded toward the staff room. "Come on, let's go and sit down and feel sorry for ourselves. We can try to cheer each other up by reassuring us how very important our work is and that the world is going to crumble if we're not here. Instead of at home with our families." Aidan sighed and almost unbidden he recalled all those Irish ballads about longing for home his aunt Sinead had taught him as a child. Wouldn't it be a sight if he just sat down here in the middle of the hallway and started singing? Never mind the fact that he was feeling nervous and dizzy at the mere thought of singing in public.
"As for your mistletoe-kid, I'm glad to hear everything turned out all right with him. Seriously." Aidan huffed. "Those kids stuff everything into their mouth they can get their hands on. We had a child at St.Bridgid's last year that had somehow gotten its hands on a bottle of eggnogg. In the end – and I don't know what happened exactly – the mother tried a hangover Charm but the kid ended up believing it was a chicken." He grinned in reminiscence. "Have you ever tried chasing a clucking four-year old down in a crowded hospital? Fun."