Like many of his family, Philander was a very social wizard despite his preference towards magical creatures. Right now, during this cold afternoon, he found himself able to enjoy the company of one of his classmates. Together they sat at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, enjoying a cup of warm beverages.

Eagerly the ginger drank his, very, hot chocolate, almost burning the tip of his tongue. Crawley closed his eyes as he enjoyed the first sips of the warming drink, the hot sensation traversing his body feeling like a blessing. As soon as he opened his eyes again, he was greeted with the face of his friend, staring at him with a slight smile adorning their lips.

"Whipped cream? Whipped cream." The ginger simply said with an awkward but knowing chuckle, wiping the cream off his face. He couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed for some reason, but this wasn't about to ruin his day as he could find some humour in this.

"Do you want it?" Quickly said Phil, as he remembered the forgotten biscuit that came with his drink, holding it up to them. Despite liking these kinds of biscuits very much, he decided to give it away nonetheless, his parents succeeding at raising him like a proper gentleman.