Ethan returned with a tray. A pitcher of orange juice in the center with three glasses.... and a plate of fried chicken. He placed it on the table, dragged the chair he'd been using before over and sat down in it. He flicked his wand at the two prefects, releasing them from the greasy wall.

He poured himself a drink and picked up a piece of chicken, biting into it and making a small noise of enjoyment. "Sit down, sit down."