Garret frowned down at her, definitely recalling the time she'd levitated him off a tree branch. He didn't like to be reminded of that disastrous experience. At the mention of the cushioning Slytherins, though, he burst out laughing, "Oh definitely, we'll get a couple of firsties to stand around while he ride the old... witch."

He picked up their order and pushed Cela towards a table, "We should get some ovver props, too, maybe," He plopped down into a seat, not bothering to wait for Cela to do so first, "Pirate hats and cutlasses."

Offering her a bottle of butterbeer, he squeezed an eye shut and put on his best pirate act, "Arrrr!"