Ugh. Mikey had feathers in his mouth and he still hadn't managed to shake his attacker. He wasn't sure about serious athlete, but they were definitely practised at cuddling. Or sumo wrestling.
He squinted over his huge middle and managed to make out two oddly shaped breasts. Ahah. It was that Pete up there, sitting on his padded bottom. Well that made a bit more sense. Pete always had been a little strange. Though honestly, what kind of treachery was this? It was a terrible Gryffindor on Gryffindor crime.
"Are you here to rescue me?" he asked the new pair of shoes in his eyeline hopefully. "Or are you going to join us?" Maybe it was some kind of party game.