It was possible that the whole venturing-onto-zombie-house-elf-territory-in-the-dead-of-night thing hadn't formulated very clearly in Spencer's head, and he was maybe just a little bit freaked out. Wand held before him, he took small steps, willing himself to not put so much effort on being quiet that they moved at an impossibly slow pace.
They had wands, he reminded himself, and with just the two of them if worst came to worst they'd probably be able to outrun any stray elves, especially with the elves' lack of coordination in the dark. The odds were kind of in their favour this time, especially if they managed to get the whole way there and back unseen, which Spencer was hoping for.
It was still fucking scary. "Um," Spencer said, and reached out behind him, searching for Mikey's hand. Groping in the dark though wasn't the best idea either, and Spencer stopped and turned slightly, smiling a little sheepishly. "It would suck if one of us got lost," he said softly, taking Mikey's hand and linking their fingers together.