The thing was, Honking Daffodils weren't supposed to be into cannibalism. Honking Daffodils didn't even have mouths, and Spencer had no real idea why they were strangling each other with their roots and then making noises that sounded suspiciously like gloating cries of victory, but it was really pissing him off. He had a feeling some of the fifth year Slytherins were meddling again. It was great that they were feeling a little better after the mess of the last week. He wished that they could go feel better somewhere else.
He settled, eventually, for separating them, a pot on each shelf scattered around the room. They'd have to wait until daylight for proper fixing, and now Spencer flicked half-heartedly through the shelf of books behind his desk, looking for something useful. The sound of the door shutting softly was a most welcome distraction, and when Spencer turned around it was his very favourite kind.
"Hi," he said, smiling. It had been too long since he'd seen Mikey for any proper length of time. He leaned back slightly, said, "How are you?"