Sometimes, Harry wished he was a more convincing liar. Or that other people would be more gullible. Whichever scenario got him the least amount of embarrassment, really.
"Exactly my thought," he said grimly. "I'd make my escape if I were you." He glanced up at the offending mistletoe, as if hoping it had decided to move on by itself. It, of course, had not. "Though I'd appreciate if you found someone who could dispel this... ah... without needing the conventional method. Obviously." Presumably Mrs. Potts or someone helping with the show would have some control over their wayward plants. Hopefully.
"Exactly my thought," he said grimly. "I'd make my escape if I were you." He glanced up at the offending mistletoe, as if hoping it had decided to move on by itself. It, of course, had not. "Though I'd appreciate if you found someone who could dispel this... ah... without needing the conventional method. Obviously." Presumably Mrs. Potts or someone helping with the show would have some control over their wayward plants. Hopefully.