Lisa gave Lavender a sympathetic look at the other lady's grumble. She answered without prompting, "You're no the only pregnant witch in here these days - there's a baby boom. I blame it on the ten year anniversary of the war last summer, at least, from my observations," she'd had the theory for a bit. A lot more weddings, parties, babies, celebrations ever since the tenth anniversary. It seemed people weren't as scared as more, having made that milestone. She shrugged, "Cho Chang came up with the solution around January, when her ankles were sore," she thought, "Oh, um, Cho Quigley," she shook her head. Some people would always be their school-selves to Lisa, just the nature of her brain, she had come to accept.
"Chips it is. Of course, you know Cormac's uncle, the obnoxious rich one? He was in Slytherin. I guess they 'don't talk about it' but he was in here drunk with Elphias Doge from the Wizengamot one night last summer and they were talking all about their old Housemate days." She told the story while putting in Lavender's order and pouring the witch a glass of water.