"Not yet," Dean said after shaking Percy's hand. He looked the man over, and felt a little bit like he was a lower form again and Percy was his prefect or Head Boy. He still seemed as proper and as rushed as ever. Dean smiled, though, always friendly, and went back to the counter to order a pepperoni and cheese pasty.
By the time he came back with his lunch and his soda, he still wasn't sure why he was here. "So, hope and unity, eh? What is it going to be, like an advert campaign?"