"Really, I must," Greg said with tired humour. "It went well. Slowly... but then unicorn foaling always goes slowly... but really well. A little colt, perfect gold colour, good health, still trying to work out his legs when I finally left."
He grinned a little at that as they walked into the breakroom. He made a beeline for the coffeepot, summoning his mug when he got there. He poured a cup of the black liquid and drank about half of it in one gulp, not caring about the heat. He then topped his mug up and wandered over to the large armchair he usually used. It was one of the few chairs in the place that didn't make him feel like he was sitting in a kid's chair.
"They're always kind of cute when they're trying to work out how to coordinate four legs," he said, picking up the thread of the conversation. He could feel the first effects of the caffeine on his tired mind and he turned his attention back to what Ari was after.
"The Gryffs gave Umbridge hell when she was here," he said with a lop-sided grin. It had been funny even though he'd been part of the Inquisitorial Squad and was supposed to disapprove of it. At least at the time. "The Weasley's Whizzbangs display was pretty funny as was the Portable Swamp the twins set up." He laughed. "Filch ended up having to transport students back and forth across that because Filius pretended not to be able to remove it."