"I've no idea," she answered, keeping her tone intentionally serious, even though she was sure Michael could read the amusement in it. "Maybe it's a symptom of staying in England after school, not taking time to be a wild child for a few years? Actually, no, I'd rather blame the whole thing on Goldstein." She flashed him a grin as she reached out and snagged the crisp from his fingers.
Lisa kicked him under the table and stuck her tongue out again for good measure. "You know the one I mean." She stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was serious, and then burst out laughing. "You do realise it's three days until New Year's Eve, right? Even if there's an open flat that the manager will let us move into, and even if we can manage to move in the next three days, how in Merlin's name are we supposed to also put together a party?" She tapped her quill on the parchment, considering. "Shouldn't be too hard to put together some basic invitations today. Chances are that anyone who's actually going to come will reply pretty quickly, so we can probably figure out food tomorrow, and I'll grab everything after work on Monday. That'll give us Monday night and Tuesday to finish the last few things around here."