"Probably," Mikey said, mind stuck firmly on the idea of coffee now it had been mentioned. He cursed Gerard silently. "He has a lot of you know, growy things, special hands, plant magic."
He waved a few fingers around vaguely and then yawned again, thinking sleepily back to his first trip down to the greenhouse and the plants everywhere. The Flitterblooms and those ones that only blossomed every few years and that menacing-looking thing by the door and nudging Spencer up against that conveniently placed work bench. Though Spencer wasn't a plant, obviously. He just lived among them. Except when he was in Mikey's quarters instead, which needed to happen more often, really. What were they talking about again?
Ah yes, the house elves trying to kill them. He pressed his fingers into his eye sockets and pushed aside all Spencer-related trains of thought. Gerard probably didn't want to hear about how the outbreak of killer elves had totally derailed his plans to tease his boyfriend about contortion the evening before.
"I think there's a list around somewhere," he said, raising his head as he switched over to thinking about more serious things. "You're right, though." He hadn't really thought much about the possibility of there being children still out there. It was a pretty horrible idea. "Shit, do you think -?" He didn't want to finish. The incident out by the Forest came swimming to the front of his mind and he shuddered.