Mikey blinked steadily in the dark, the concerns of the outside world only just coming back into focus after the fierce press of Spencer's lips. "Let's," he agreed, brushing his fingers against his mouth. At another noise from outside he dropped them hurriedly away. They didn't have time for him to linger on the memory of touch. The longer they stayed where they were, the more time the house elves would have to form a welcoming party on the other side of the door.
Glancing sideways he took in the outline of a small figure now leaning against the glass, shifting restlessly like it was trying to press its way in. As he watched it grew larger and then there was a second head resting beside it, tilting curiously. He didn't like to think about how many more there might be out there. "Open the door, blast them, run?" he suggested.