Mikey pushed the door open, bunch of flowers in one hand. He had every intention of forcing them on Pete whether he wanted them or not. He'd almost gone for grapes as well, but then he'd felt guilty about asking the house elves for them just for the sake of a joke.
"Pete, hey, I - " he stammered to a halt. Pete was half buried under an ocean of long long limbs. The long long limbs of Professor Blackington. "Um, should've owled ahead?"