The cords, the clock, the people-- and Psycho Mantis appeared on the stairs, descending them with one hand skimming lightly over the rail and the other dripping ghostly silver. His gaze was curious and inquisitive behind his mask, flickering up over Harry, his wand, the frozen ropes. --They flew toward him, settling in a pile at his feet as he reached the bottom of the stairs. And then he released the hotel again, lifting a hand and offering what looked like the remains of the Patronus to Harry.
Never release a strange animal into my home again, he warned simply, mental tone even and unhurried. Come with me. We'll go to see your wife. He glanced back toward the other two, head tilting slightly. I will shield the others as we go, but he needs to see Ginny.
He rather liked Ginny. She had a fiery personality, with just enough mercy to not make her temper so outrageous.