"Shit," Spencer said, the sharp breath of cold hurting his lungs. He turned and pulled the window shut behind them, just in case, and then blinked in the dark, willing his eyes to adjust quickly. Now probably wasn't the time to blunder around in the night and let the house elves know exactly where they were.
"The greenhouses are that way," he said, pointing. He touched Mikey's elbow lightly. "C'mon. Sooner we get there the sooner we can get back."