Greg raised a single eyebrow at her. "Why would I hang up mistletoe?" he asked. He ignored the Boggart bit. Yeah, he ran across them now and then and getting to see his best friend being consumed by flame never got any better.
The furniture in the warehouse wasn't arranged in any logical order that he'd ever figured out. So he went with his old standby and just memorized where things were. Greg waved for Lovegood to follow him as he wove his way over to a section that had several rocking chairs lined up in a wobbly row. "If you want one of these, I can fix it up in a couple of days," he said stiffly. Automatically he waited for the scoffing that normally came on the heels of him claiming to be able to do something constructive.