Flynn was sulking in the corner of the room with annoyed look on his face. He was the caretaker, which meant that he took care of the castle. Nowhere in his job description did it say that he was being paid to carry a tray of drinks at a wedding reception for two poltergeists of all things. He did have to admit, however, that this was a lot better than moping up first year puke.

Sighing at the sight of students, the man straightened up and inched forward. "Want a drink, you lot?" he asked those who had entered, not even bothering to fake a smile. They had better be paying him double for this or else he would be handing in his resignation.