Owen realized he was truly on his own here, so he simply shrugged, moved the goblet and with his quidditch reflexes, gently grabbed the spider from the sofa with his bare hands. He had to wonder if the arachnid was as scared of him as Miss Dashwood was of it. He really had no intention of squishing the poor thing, as suggested, so relocation it was.

"Alright well, I suppose my new friend and I will be off then. If you could just get the door?" He motioned toward the exit with his head as he started that way, careful not to jostle the spider too much. He'd rather not get bitten by something today and wind up in the hospital wing... again. The nurse was far too familiar with his face.