"Yeah, some girl found me wandering around the grounds." Myron let go of Kirley and gestured vaguely back out the door, where he'd left the Weasley girl. He probably should have paid more attention to her, but he'd kind of been focused on the whole time travel and freakish future plague thing. He blinked at his friend, his brow creasing. "You what? What treasury? Don't they know who you are?"
That question probably sounded kind of arrogant to any onlookers. But almost everyone knew who he and his bandmates were. At least they had. Merlin, what if they weren't anything in this decade? He knew that their business was a fickle one, but Myron had kind of hoped they had a few more years left before the rug got pulled out from under them. There went that idea.
"Uh, 2003," he replied. Myron couldn't help looking Kirley up and down, but he seemed pretty much the same. Wound a little tighter, perhaps, but he was sure had the same look and he'd only been here ten minutes. Still, the mention of the Palace and the instruments perked him up somewhat. Myron nodded quietly, following Kirley to the table and staring down at the loaded plates before carefully starting to pick a few things out.
"Yeah?" Myron took a bite of the piece of bread he was holding. "Good to know we had our priorities straight. Are any of the others here? Don?"
"Oi, why Hufflepuff?" he asked, once he'd had time to chew and think. They'd both been Ravenclaws, after all. It seemed an odd choice. More importantly... Myron frowned at the pitchers of water in front of him. "You got a proper drink down there?"