Who: Adam & Travis Where: Outside Ryan Ross's Office/Quarters When: Afternooon What: De-Hexing, cleaning, etc etc.
The worst part about going up to make sure that Ryan Ross's suite wasn't going to eat him alive was, for Adam, not knowing in particular what he was walking into. House elf magic could be pretty serious business when it came to following orders, and for them not to want to go in... well, either the spells were too complicated, or hair was about to get singed. At the very least, hair was going to get singed. More than likely, someone was going to end up in the infirmary before the night was over, and it was probably going to be Adam. Oh well, nothing he hadn't been through before.
He was just glad that students weren't around to see him stomping around in his muggle clothes, which he really felt were best for this sort of thing (especially if it was going to involve any sort of household charm, which Adam happened to be spectacularly bad at), because it meant he couldn't get tangled up in his robes and he was less likely to have something awful climb into a place that he didn't want it because there was less fabric near the floor for it to climb.
Okay, he was getting slightly paranoid in his old age, apparently. He was disappointed to realize this as he leaned against the windowsill, waiting for Travis and scuffing the toe of his boot across a crack in the floor.