When it seemed George didn't have any solid reasons for him not come along, Thomas wandered back to his spot in the room and fished out his shoes. He slid them onto bare feet, not bothering with socks, and did up the laces in a sloppy fashion. He wasn't the best at completing tasks in a dim light, but he doubted the situation warranted being extremely presentable.

He then returned, lit wand half shielded by his free hand, so as to avoid waking anyone else. "Are you going to put your shoes on, too, or do you plan on walking to the Hospital Wing without?" There was a smirk to his voice, trying to lighten the mood with some sort of joke.