A seminar and fruit! Mick caught a whiff of the smell of fresh fruits and suddenly his sleepy mood perked up. He loves fruits, well, who doesn't? What are the chances of us eating the fruit? He wondered that as he remembered eating a bowl of cereal with a lot sugar before the Gryffinpuff match, it occurred to him that he needs to make better choices in regards to the first meal of the day. Maybe eating breakfast before class would do finely too, but now he's stuck thinking about eating because he didn't have breakfast. Oh well.

He couldn't take the fruit or vegetables anyway, it seems to be guarded by a nice looking lady. Oh well, indeed. We probably aren't allow to eat during a seminar anyway. "Guten tag, Mamsell," he greeted politely to her, in the little German he knows. "Mien name ist Mick DeLarge." (Good day, misses, my name is Mick DeLarge.) He stopped to look over the room for a nice spot and wouldn't he know it, Ethan and Minnie are here too. They probably want to sit with just themselves. Mick decidely took the seat at the table next to theirs, he didn't want to impose on them.