The apparition spoke and Tycho blinked at him for a moment. "No, I'm drinking on the edge of my bed," Tycho snarked as he took another healthy swig. He watched in mild bemusement as Ford started gathering up his discarded clothes from the floor.

"For the love of Hades, what are you doing?" Tycho asked, very much not thinking Ford had come to his room in the dead of night just to tidy up his room and he didn't look like he had come to fall into his bed either (much as that would be preferred). Remembering what else was probably discarded on the floor, he grabbed his wand and non-verbally summoned some of his discarded half written poetry that were in clumped balls of parchment on the floor. Given his state, he didn't get all of them.