With a cringe of embarrassment (not that there were witnesses afoot), Bragi exasperatedly retrieved his wand to clear up the mess. But when he leaned down to do so, there was a little creature seizing his fork and gathering handfuls of lettuce! A niffler of all things!

He felt like he'd seen it before.

"Hullo, little bean", he chuckled as he put his wand aside and smiled down at the furry blighter. "Where did you —"

"Oy! Ginger!"

Slightly affronted at being nicknamed this in such a manner, Bragi touched his ginger hair self-consciously, looked up, and —

Oh gosh. It was him.

Sure enough, Bragi had seen this niffler around the handsome stranger before, but he'd been too busy focussed on other areas of his crush to clock what a peculiar pet he had.

"That's... that's okay", the young intern stammered shyly, blinking down at the niffler as the charismatic fellow crouched to prize her from her prize.

"She's welcome to the salad if she wants, but it's... it's really not very nice."

Wait, what if this chap was the one who'd made the salad?! Anything was possible...