There was a term for what Toot was doing. It was called 'flail.' Epic flail. If his wings had beaten any faster, they might have fallen off, and he was gesticulating wildly as he attempted to explain his journey from the Chicago Never-never into this strange place. The story tumbled out in one gigantic word salad, until he finally had to pause for breath, and finally answered Harry's question.
"I've missed you, Harry." He said it as if the very human sentiment should have gone without saying. "It's just not the same without you."