Off in his own world, a slow jazz song was playing. Zachary had snuck into this club for the sole purpose of having a meal that wasn't prepared by house elves, or prepared with any magic ingredients. As far as his taste buds were concerned, he was a muggle.

Never far from him, his top hat sat up turned nearby. While chopping some carrots to his favorite tune he was humming, a few pieces were slipped into the hat nonchalantly.