Thereos was neither here nor there on the matter of this bread pudding to which Cornish was requiring about. Was this truly what wizards spent these ceremonious evenings discussing? Pudding of all trivial matters? Thereos had been tempted to pack himself a more honest meal wrapped in leaf and bound with the sturdy hairs of his own tail that had fallen out this morning while one of the young foals had been brushing it as he shared stories around the morning fire.

"Centaurs do not dine on such things," he spoke airily, his eyes cast upwards towards the enchanted ceiling with an unsettled look about his brow. "The moon grows full...it's aura pulsing in Pisces... all should be wary of their feet upon which they step and refresh the eyes that have gone blind from the New Moon in Virgo past."

Now rum sauce. That sounded more to the centaur's refined taste.

"I require a bowl of that," he nodded while addressing Fuller, a man with whom which he recalled with a certain vagueness as sharing the Hogwarts grounds with previously. Though the centaur had known the Charms professor's companion much more personally. "...there is a certain matter on the grounds I wish to discuss with you as well."

It's sudden appearance along with the Full Moon bringing the centaur to pause.

"As well as remind you that the removal of my stump would be discourteous."

And he did wonder if some of the floral arrangements lining the corridors were of any personal attachment to any of whom he shared a table with. The freesia in particular looked delectable.