Mikey frowned as Spencer suddenly drew back. Well okay, but he didn't think he'd really stepped over the line by asking about his week. Perhaps there was some kind of subtle signal he'd missed and Spencer was being hit by repressed house elf trauma. He almost reached out to take a hand to hold but then Spencer started jerking his head to the side. Hmm. Maybe it was better not to crowd him.
"My schedule?" he said, as gently as possible. "I gave you a copy, remember? You charmed it to look like an gardeners' almanac and hung it next to yours." And then they had disguised his copy of Spencer's as an astronomical calendar. Why would Spencer bring that up? Unless - he looked round as subtly as possible. Then froze. Ah.
What did they do? Go over and make conversation? Would Novarro come over himself? Did they all staunchly ignore each other or was that a sign of guilt? "Yes, the project," he said, much louder, racking his brain for possible details. "Well maybe Tuesday evening? Is that good for the harvesting of the - the leper leaf?"