Harry smiled, a little more genuinely than he had a minute before, and got up off the couch. "That one bar we went to when I first got here, right? I'm ready. Last one there has to pay," he said cheekily.
He had his wand out, concentrated hard, and turned on the spot, expecting to feel the squeezing sensation that still made him prefer flying a broom. But there was nothing.
Harry opened his eyes and blinked, finding himself still in his flat. He tried again, turned on the spot, and found he'd only moved a step away from where he'd just been. "What the... blimey..."