The nice thing about cafes was that you didn't have to wait to be seated. At least, that was Michael's thought when he wandered into the cafe and saw a familiar face with a very familiar expression on it. The expression was not only familiar from observing his fellow Ravenclaws but also from feeling it on his own face. Sophia was working on some problem, and he might as well help if he could.
She didn't even notice him approach--she must have been really engrossed in whatever it was. "That can't be very good soup," he commented as he sat down across from her. "Maybe this wasn't the best cafe to choose. I'll have to order something else entirely." Leaning back with a slight smirk, he waited for her to acknowledge his sudden appearance.