Nate could have laughed, but he was too busy swerving to avoid a badly-aimed roll. "I could say the same to you! I mean, I thought I saw you around, but I figured it was probably some other pale dude with a penchant for skulking around at midnight." Gerard fucking Way. Nate hadn't realised just how much he'd missed him.
However, Nate had remembered just how serious Gryffindors could get about their food fights. If anyone got hit by a stray slice of shepherd's pie and decided to take revenge, the whole table would be up in arms. He could already see people waiting their chance to grab platters full of food, just in case.
"I am so down," he said immediately, getting ready to make a break for it. If they didn't escape now, they might not get another chance. Besides, someone at the Ravenclaw table would probably think to throw a shielding spell over the whole table.