Teddy wanted something to eat, so he decided to leave the comfort of his room to go to the kitchen on his floor. He knew more than a few cooking spells that his grandmother had taught him as well as Mrs. Weasley. It wouldn't be very hard for him to come up with something as long as he found the ingredients in the kitchen. He had been thinking about things back home since he'd been in the hotel for a while. He wasn't sure if what everyone was saying was true, that life went on back home as if you never left, but he still worried about his clients.
He worked in werewolf support services back home in the ministry, and he knew how much his clients depended on him. He'd felt like it somehow brought him closer to his father at the time because it showed him a little of what he had gone through when he was alive. Here, he still hadn't had much of a chance to really get to know him, but he'd hoped that would change with time, if they both stuck around long enough. He was so lost in thinking about the problems that he hadn't noticed the other person coming into the kitchen, and he'd already started the magic to aid in his cooking.