"How about some tea, something without so much sugar?" Kevin retorted with a wry grin and a wince. The scurrying house-elves caught him by surprise and Kevin nearly felt himself leaping to avoid stepping on an errant greenish foot.
Almost seven years in the school and he still hadn't gotten used to the little buggers. And by buggers he meant house-elves, not Hufflepuffs, although some of the first-years that got in the way during breakfast...
Looking around uncertainly and slowly regaining his breath and composure, Kevin nodded at the proffered armchair. It seemed out of place, as if it had been conjured solely for this occasion, but at Hogwarts, that possibility was more than likely. Only after he had finished taking his mental inventory of the kitchens did Kevin notice Drew still had his hand. It wasn't a problem, far from it, but Kevin still thought, "Oh, uh, okay..."
Kevin sank into the chair and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the thought that crossed his mind. And then he couldn't help but give voice to it: