Ford looked wistfully back towards the kitchen, but if Lestrange was calling down to him staying and looking for tea wasn't really an option. This was the whole point of being here tonight, after all, and if he disappeared right at the height of the action he was going to seem weird and antisocial. Well, at least it seemed as though whatever was about to happen was going to be eventful enough to keep him wide awake, even without the help of tea.

He skipped a few steps as he went back up, hurrying so he didn't miss anything. At first he didn't see Lestrange and opened his mouth to call out and ask where he was, but then he noticed the open door. With a half smile, he started towards the room — then a thought occurred to him and he changed his gait, moving more quietly past the swinging pictures and the whispering walls.

He could see Lestrange through the doorway, and he had his back turned to the hallway while he looked at a dresser — the perfect set-up.

"Boo!" Ford called, reaching out to grab Lestrange's ribs from behind and already grinning at the mild prank.