Having successfully mastered the Why Am See Yay, the Baccharena, and the much more complicated Boot-Scoot Bogie, William was ready for a break. And a snack. And another drink. Then he was going to covertly entertain himself by watching Headmaster Schechter continue to demonstrate popular modern Muggle party dances from a safe, uninvolved distance so that he wouldn't have to try quite so hard not to laugh.
He was contemplating cream cheese roll, mincemeat pie or a slice of bread when a flash of yellow (well, not just a flash, actually quite a lot of yellow) caught his eye.
"Mikeyway," he greeted, leaning in close enough to bump Mikey's feathered shoulder companionably and peer over his arm at the silver tray filled with jiggling chalices. "Is that pumpkin jelly?"