It didn't take a great intellectual to notice that Miss Dempsey was not a fan of the Ministry and how they were dealing with this situation. Arven smiled slightly despite himself; it was too hard to resist being a tad amused by the sheer character and expression conveyed by a bird of all things. This experience would be seared on his memory as one of the more unusual adventures of his time.

"Sketches; yes, good idea." Privately, he felt he wouldn't mind being turned into a bird for a while, but that would've been a wholly tactless thing to share with his friend, given her circumstances. Not to mention a rather childish whim.

"Lead... the way...?" he suggested uncertainly, his hand half held-out should she wish to hop onto it and head indoors together. All he knew was that he couldn't follow her back in through the open window.

Boy, her servants were in for a fun surprise. Though now that they were serving a wren, Arven imagined most of their gasps and heart attacks had already been spoken for.