"I did," Mikey confirmed. "In Gryffindor colours, no less." He grinned, thinking back to his first shift in the kitchens, mostly spent puzzling how to send food up through the ceiling without spilling it. "Well, until one of my sixth years got hold of it. Then it flashed neon for days." And Lerato had spent two lunchtimes helping him wash dishes for that. Not that it had stopped her cheerfully threatening to turn those all neon too. "All in all, you were probably wise to stay away." Especially given the dumpling fight that had broken out that one time.
He tipped his head back against the seat and looked lazily round the pub, tracking the progress of one heavily laden customer returning to her table. "So, what do you think - grab some food or head back before we bump into any more of the student populace?"