Mikey was just about to comment that he was maybe not quite as tall as Adam, but definitely dark-haired and maybe slightly handsome, when a force came barrelling into him from the side, knocking him to the floor.
A force which then settled down heavily on top of him and claimed him for Gryffindor.
"Not a bed," he muttered crossly, waggling his arms a little helplessly. He couldn't even see who it was and now his feathers were going to be all messed up "Who are you? Fine, fine, you can have the damn trifle."