Well, fuck, now Gerard felt like a jerk. He hadn't meant to make Mikey worry, and plus he was being a giant hypocrite, since his instictive response to Mikey's suggestion was a vehement "NO." He wanted Mikey tucked safe and sound in the Great Hall, not out in the shadowy elf-infested corridors. But if he admitted that, he was pretty sure Mikey would transfigure his head into a turnip. Or something even worse, like a pickled yam or a blast-ended skrewt. Mikey was way too fucking creative when he got mad, which was sort of the point.
His brother could handle himself. Gerard had to remember that. Mikey wasn't a little kid anymore, he was a full-grown professor and a transfigurations expert and more than capable of fucking up a few house elves up on his own. It might even be kind of fun fighting back-to-back with him; they'd always kicked total ass playing two-on-two Quidditch and Capture-the-Castle when they were students.
"Alright, okay, fine," Gerard said, giving in to the inevitable. "Lemme go wake up Maja--" which was bound to be unpleasant, Gerard should probably make sure to have a cup of coffee on hand to placate her when he did, "--and see if she minds taking next watch. Then we'll get going."