He took the seat across from Frank and eyed the cake his mate was currently making a meal of. A house elf had followed Ted over, waiting for his order by his side, and he turned to it (him? her?) and said, "I'll have what he's having. Please."
Ted leaned back in his chair. "Nope, although my whole team's currently there getting sloshed. Makes Hufflepuff really quiet." He got a dreamy sort of look on his face and smiled slowly. "A nine a.m. practice would cure them of their hangovers."