Spencer was annoyed. Overall his entire day had been meeting after meeting, followed by ... oh right ... another meeting. He had actually fallen asleep in the last one, which had resulted in him receiving a none to pleasant tongue lashing from his boss...who also happened to be his father, and an order to go wake himself up and be back at 3:30.
Seriously. Fell asleep. He NEVER did that. Not even during Hogwarts. Not even during the sexescapades week he had with that gymnast from Norway who had kept him up literally every night. Oh well.
He was just grabbing his coffee when someone bumped into him, almost causing him to topple his drink. "Watch it!" He snapped irritably, before he recognized the man. "Oi, Warrington. You Slytherins going for more passive-aggressive ways for getting Gryffindors now? Coffee Scalding?" His tone was light, for although they had been in different houses, Spencer never had a vendetta against the other man. Not to mention, they were both on the outskirts of the upper crust of pureblood society (Warrington due to money, and Spencer due to that one blemish in his family four generations back).