Michael put his arm around Terry as he leant into him, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes and reaching for his hip flask out of habit. "Stevie's House Elves have never let us down before. They were very efficient cleaners at the party. I barely put a drink down and the glass was gone."
Stephen seemed to really be in the swing of his punting. A group on another boat waved over to them. A group of muggles. Michael didn't want to be bitter about how stupidly war free their lives probably were, but there was a tinge of it in his chest.
"Oh yeah, yes, you're going to keep us all in line, Ste? No more sneaking out of the dorm-" not that they'd done that for a few years. "Dropping things on people from the window... Unless of course you want to be spanked, Anthony." Michael nudged his friend with his foot.